For Me, The Dialogue Is The Easiest

I Don't Like Your Tone," Was Violet's Standard Answer When One Of Her Children Was Winning An Argument.

This Thing Between Them, This Bond—it Wasn’t Just Passion, And It Wasn’t Wicked. It Was Love, And It Was Divine.

If He Was Planning To Attack And Ravish, He Gave No Indication Of Being In A Hurry To Do So.

And For The Rest Of The Night, He Couldn’t Quite Forget The Smell Of Her Perfume. Or Maybe It Was The Soft Sound Of Her Chuckle. Or Maybe It Was Neither Of Those Things. Maybe It Was Just Her.

She Tried To Remind Herself That Beauty Was Only Skin Deep, But That Didn't Offer Any Helpful Excuses When She Was Berating Herself For Never Knowing What To Say To People. There Was Nothing More Depressing Than An Ugly Girl With No Personality.