Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.