I never told you how I came to be standing in the ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel the night we met, but I’ll tell you now, so you’ll understand. Had I been paying better attention, I might have seen what was coming, though what I could have done to prevent it, I still don’t know.
it occurs to me I don't think the writer of regretting Belle ever got to read Belle's response, this forever and other lies, because the nephew had both books still. sad prospect
