A Lord of Many Masks (Wycliffe Family, #2)

by Jessica Scarlett

“A husband? What the devil would you do with one of those?” “Live the rest of my life with someone I love unconditionally, basking in mutual friendship and trust.” “Sounds atrocious.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Um, a doorbell? For reals, people.

Happiness is said to be a fragile thing. They say it is a matter of circumstance, or a lack of hardship in someone’s life. Outwardly, it is equaled with wealth, or beauty, or talent. Some say it is elusive—others, unobtainable. But I say it is not.

They say happiness exists in others—in the amount of attention they give us, or recognition, or love. But I say it does not. It exists inside each one of us, if we have the courage to find it.