Without Mona, Hanna felt like a great outfit without matching accessories, a screw-driver that was all orange juice and no vodka, and an iPod without headphones. She just felt wrong.

Don't get too comfortable. It's not over until I say it is. -A

Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.

I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily. Ezra smiled. "Can I come?

The air smelled like a mélange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.

Only two can keep a secret if on of them is dead.

Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?" Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.