America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.

I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. "I love you, Aspen. You'll always be my prince.

Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

He let out a sigh. With my head there against his chest, I could faintly make out the sound of his heart beating through his suit coat. It seemed to be rushing. His hand, gentle as ever, reached to cup my cheek. As I looked into his eyes, I felt that unnameable feeling that was growing between us. With his eyes, Maxon asked for something we'd both agree to wait on. I was glad he didn't want to wait anymore. I gave him a tiny nod, and he bridged the small gap between us, kissing me with unimaginable tenderness.

I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.