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No, she didn’t need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her.
But if there was one thing about Eloise, it was that when she made a decision, she acted upon it quickly.
A slap of cold on her face might not make her feel better, but it certainly wasn’t going to make her feel worse.
She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him pause. “Has anyone ever told you you can be a bit stubborn?” “All the time. It’s my only flaw.”
Lol shes so real for this
Men. The day they learned to admit to a mistake was the day they became women.
Even as a child, she’d been the sort who needed to do things. She’d never been one of life’s observers; she’d always wanted to take action, to fix things, to fix people, even.
If one didn’t have love, was it better, then, to be alone?
it occurred to her that for a woman who opened her mouth every other second, there was an awful lot inside of her that she’d never shared.
“You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good, Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.”
And as she wasn’t the sort to tolerate an unhappy life, then she would simply have to make certain that hers was anything but.
