Something Spectacular (Something Fabulous, #2)

by Alexis Hall

It should not have been possible for one’s parents to make one feel lonely—but, sometimes, they did.

“You know I adore you both, I adore you so much, but would you mind awfully if I stormed out moodily?” “Of course,” said her mother. “Go right ahead.” Mr. Delancey nodded. “You do what you need, pet.”

Being in love was a private tyranny.

“I do not disdain ordinary things. They are simply not an option for me.”

“They’ve what?” asked Peggy, who had hubristically believed herself incapable of having her ghast in any way flabbered by either Bonny or Belle. And yet here she was, flabbered of ghast, and smacked of gob.

“All I want”—it was Valentine’s most tragic voice—“is to be a very rich, powerful, and well-dressed man who gets to sleep until a sensible hour of one or two in the afternoon, and bathe uninterrupted at length.” He flung his arms to the heavens. “Is that too much to ask?”

Same

She had grown used to holding her anxieties close to her in case they ended up looking small and silly when shown to others.

There was something slightly disconcerting about discovering that you were perilously close to getting everything you’d ever wanted, especially when you’d spent a long time telling yourself you couldn’t or shouldn’t have it.