Daydream (Maple Hills, #3)

by Hannah Grace

“I disagree,” he says. “I think the right person makes you the person you were supposed to be in the first place. I don’t agree that you become a different person. That suggests people can’t change through all the other factors that make people evolve that aren’t romantic.”

Halle was very embarrassed until I reminded her that she isn’t allowed to be embarrassed with me.

“Use mine.” Henry hands me his phone, and the first thing I spot is me. Literally. The picture of me at the gallery is his lock screen. When I type four zeros, the easiest password in existence, a different picture of me, one where I’m asleep with Joy, is peeking through his collection of apps.

“There’s only one thing that’d make someone on this team act this damn foolish. Who is it?” I clear my throat. Pointless. My mouth is dry. “It doesn’t matter who she is.”

“I’ve always wanted Will for you, but never at the expense of your happiness, honey. Will has been your only true friend for so long, and I was scared if you guys broke up that you’d be lonely.

ughhhh the mom needs to get a grip here

I honestly believe we’re too hot to be considered pathetic, but who cares if we are.

this is my new life’s motto

This whole time I’ve craved more superficial experiences like shopping and getting ready together. I’ve called it girlhood because to me it represented what I missed growing up. What younger Halle desperately wanted. But as we’ve grown closer and our lives have intertwined, I know I was so wrong. This is sisterhood. This is women supporting other women to meet their goals. This is what I’ve yearned for, and I didn’t even know.

I don’t know who goes first, but at least three people say, “That’s what she said.”

🙄

“I know you’ve made looking like a Barbie doll one of your core identities, but normal people don’t have personalities defined by their hair color,” Emilia says, being the voice of reason. “Will is a jerk because he’s a jerk, not because he’s blond.”

This might be my favorite romance book, but we’re my favorite love story. Yours always, Henry

“Christ, that was long,” Bobby groans, making a beeline for an ice bucket filled with beer bottles. “Not doing that again,” Mattie adds. “That’s what she said,” Kris yells, following them closely toward the beer. “Both times.”

“And my beautiful Anastasia: I love you so much, baby. I am so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished this year. You’ve worked so hard…”

AHHH NATE AND ANASTASIA CAMEO