Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on
Sophie KinsellaWhoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think? - Poppy Wyatt
Sophie KinsellaI adore all Agatha Christie's books and turn to them whenever I'm ill or need cheering up.
Sophie KinsellaWhat are they waiting to see?" Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. "Who knows? You could always do a dance, or tell a joke, or... kiss the bride?" "Not the bride," he wraps his arms around me, and gradually pulls me close. Our noses are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. "you." Me. "The girl who stole my phone." His lips brush across the corner of my mouth. "The thief." "It was in a bin." "Still stealing." "No it isn't-," I begin. But now his mouth is firmly on mine, and I can't speak at all. And suddenly, life is good.
Sophie Kinsella