He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.

Mom was bossy. Even in print I could hear her tone, smugly congratulating me on already earning the prince's affections and telling me firmly to keep up whatever I was doing. Yeah, Mom, I'll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.

Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.

It doesn't really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that's what mothers did.

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.