The Keeper of Happy Endings

by Barbara Davis

There is a grief worse than death. It is the grief of a life half-lived. Not because you don’t know what could have been—but because you do. You realize too late that it was there for the taking—right there in your hands—and you let it slip away. Because you let something—or someone—keep you apart.

Adding beauty to the world isn’t vanity, chérie. It’s a calling.”

To ensure a happy ending, a bride must be willing to give her whole heart to the man she marries. Her spine, however, must at all times remain her own.

“Being strong for too long makes one brittle, chérie. And brittle things break easily.”

the tug-of-war between mother and daughter. It’s a clash as old as time itself, for there have always been mothers who knew best. Just as there have always been daughters who knew better.