There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.