It Happened One Autumn (Wallflowers, #2)

by Lisa Kleypas

A good perfumer was part alchemist, part artist, and part wizard.

Marcus had said “daughter,” not “daughters”— which made it clear that he had barely noticed the younger one. Lillian was the one he had focused on.

you didn’t take one tiny peep at Miss Bowman standing there in her drawers?” “I don’t peep, Livia. I either take a good look at something, or I don’t. Peeping is for children or deviants.”

Mother, if you’re actually hoping that Westcliff is going to marry either of us, you’re a lunatic.” “She’s not a lunatic,” Daisy told her sister. “She’s a New Yorker.”

“I’m not kind, darling. I’m only nice to people when I’m planning to take advantage of them.”

“Then to put your mind at ease, Westcliff…yes, I’ll be your wife. Though I warn you…you may be sorry you didn’t negotiate when you learn my conditions later. I may want a board position on the soap company, for example…” “God help me,” he muttered,

“You will find her, won’t you?” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “And then I’m going to strangle her.” That drew a tense smile from Daisy,

Although she had not shed a single tear during the entire day, the thought that Marcus might have wondered for a split second if yet another woman had left him for St. Vincent…it was too much to bear. She burst into noisy sobs, startling herself as well as Marcus.

“I love you. I don’t mind if I’m the first one to say it, nor even if I’m the only one. I just want you to know how very much—” “I love you too,” he said huskily. “I love you too. Lillian…Please don’t cry. It’s killing me. Don’t.”

“There is no secret ingredient? It isn’t a real love potion? I’ve been marinating myself in it for no reason?”