Heartless

by Marissa Meyer

A laugh like that is richer than gold to a man of my position. I’ll make it my life’s work to hear the sound again. Every day, if it pleases you.

She was falling in love with him.

The past few minutes faded away and once again Cath was standing on the surf, staring out into the sea, and realizing with sudden certainty that she was losing her heart to this fool.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, either, Lady Pinkerton.”

Timid or arrogant, charming or infuriating, and Catherine was falling, falling, falling.

“I want you.”

Her mother sneered. “Then you are a fool.” “Good. I’ve become rather fond of fools.”

i finally got to this part!