Next to You (Next, #2)

by Hannah Bonam-Young

Damn. We truly do become our mothers eventually.

when I’m watching my friends in their little bubbles of giddy love, it feels like maybe I’ve actually wanted it all along. Possibly so much so that I’ve rejected the idea to make it easier on myself. Bracing for the inevitable loneliness by giving up early. Because it can’t happen. I won’t let it.

I am a lot of things, but I hope a fool is not one of them.

Destroy me if you must.”

“I’m Elizabeth arriving at Pemberley!” “Huh?” I ask. “Pride and Prejudice?”