To Sir Phillip, With Love (Bridgertons, #5)

by Julia Quinn

this is my last chance. I am grabbing destiny with both my hands and throwing caution to the wind. Sir Phillip, please, please, be all that I have imagined you to be. Because if you are the man your letters portray you to be, I think I could love you. And if you felt the same

He could drown in those eyes. And Phillip did not, as one might imagine, even think the word drown lightly.

But as he watched her across the table, watched her face transform with a mere smile, it occurred to him—he didn’t much care why she’d left. He just needed to make sure that she stayed.

If one didn’t have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

“Well, yes,” Eloise said, blushing as she realized exactly what it was she had asked. “But surely you didn’t think that was going to happen.” “A man can always hope,” he muttered.

“It might be too late to do anything about it, but it’s never too late to wonder.”

“I always loved that about you,” Violet said. “I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.”

I never thought it would happen to me.

Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile. Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart’s desire has been right under your nose all the while.