It Happened One Autumn (Wallflowers, #2)

by Lisa Kleypas

“It’s expensive,” Nettle warned. “That’s all right, our father’s rich,” Daisy told him. “It’s the only thing we have going for us.”

“She’s not a lunatic,” Daisy told her sister. “She’s a New Yorker.”

“Dear,” Daisy said softly, “the next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.”

She had not realized until this very moment how much she wanted to understand Marcus. Never before had she comprehended why lovers were preoccupied with collecting keepsakes; letters, locks of hair, a lost glove, a ring. But now she knew how it felt to be obsessed by someone. She was filled with the compulsive desire to know the smallest details about a man who seemed so utterly straightforward and yet was practically unknowable.