Something Blue (Darcy & Rachel, #2)

by Emily Giffin

I understood at the tender age of three that with beauty come perks and power.

Not the kind of drama that I didn’t control from the outset.

Overwhelmed by the double betrayal.

I might not have been the deepest of gals, but I was no phony.

and having a secret—even a little one—creates a bond between two people.

But you can’t help your feelings.

Ughhhhhhbbbb

I mean, once you cheat, is it that much worse to cheat two or three times?

my main source of self-esteem. And I wanted—and needed—the lines to stay clear.

but I wanted him to want me.

Plenty of guys did it. Why couldn’t I?

Clearly, it was just meant to be.

Or ae you stupid

Attention was attention. Nice things were nice things.

Every man can be trained.

don’t know what to tell you.’ Translation: ‘It’s not my problem and I really don’t give a shit.’”

Ugly girls had more time to study in medical school.

Everyone knows blue eyes are prettier, at least on a girl, which is why there were so many songs about brown-eyed girls, to make them feel better.

I desperately needed affirmation that Marcus was acceptable to a member of the Manhattan elite. I needed to be with someone whom everyone else wanted.

The opposite of love isn’t hate; it’s indifference.

After all, there is nothing like a mother telling you that you’re making a bad decision to convince you that what you are doing is the absolute best course of action.

“Yes. I love her.” I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t saying it to be mean; he was saying it out of a sense of loyalty to her. It was that committed, resolute look of his. It was Dex being a good person, being true to his new girlfriend. I marveled at how fast old loyalties, ones that took years to build, could be ripped apart

of people who would be sorry to have crossed me.

Honestly i feel bd for her inthis moment

But it’s hard to feel sorry for someone who makes you feel stupid

After all, best friends should agree on all topics, certainly ones as major as who to have a crush on.

And anyway, what was a few thousand dollars in the scheme of things?

Luckily, Ethan showed superhuman restraint in the name of our friendship. Or maybe he really was gay. Either way, the lines of our friendship were clear now—which was a good thing.

I started to explain that today’s celebrities would be tomorrow’s historical figures,

That is one of the problems with getting older. There is a distinct lag time between how you see others and how you view yourself.

and feeling foolish is one of the all-time worst emotions.

How was it that everyone had such difficulty grasping the obvious difference between cheating on one’s fiancé and screwing over your very best girlfriend?

Blurring the line between friendship and attraction was a surefire way to lose a friend. And losing one good friend was enough this year.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.”

suppose that’s the way you always feel when a close friend develops a romantic relationship that threatens to impact your friendship—or at least the everyday nature of it.

I was in love with Ethan.

I feel like shes focusing on the wrong thing

For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. It wasn’t about what Ethan could give me or how we would look together as we walked into a room. It was just about Ethan. Good, quirky, adorable, passionate, smart, witty Ethan.

It was love as a verb, as Rachel used to say. Love that made me more patient, more loyal, and stronger. Love that made me feel more complete than I had ever felt in my glamorous, Jimmy Choo–filled past.

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.