He let you have the pants anyway?" she asked. I had started talking about Maxon as soon as I could, eager to know how their conversation had gone. "Yeah. He was very generous about it all." "I think it's charming that he's a good winner." "He is a good winner. He's even gracious when he's gotten the raw end of things." Like a knee to the royal jewels, for example.

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

My shoes I got to pick. I chose worn-out red flats. I figured I should make it clear from the start that I wasn’t princess material.

Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn't even something I could have. But, still it was mine. I didn't think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me.

I should have known that if any girl was going to disobey an order, it would be you.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

And I know I’m about to play second fiddle to another woman, as I should. But my love for you will never change, Maxon.