“ "You’re the first girl I’ve met around here who’s real, and who cares about things and likes to do things. But half the time, you decide the conversation’s over in mid-sentence and take off. Or you ignore me when… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“ "You’re the first girl I’ve met around here who’s real, and who cares about things and likes to do things. But half the… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“As if on cue, Fiona appeared in another of the ballroom's multiple doorways. 'Beatrice! Oliver! How many times have I told you no skating… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“He turned to me. “Call me later?” “Yes.” “Promise?” “I promise,” I said. And then he leaned down and kissed me. And this time… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“I can't today," I said. "Maybe tomorrow?" "Can't tomorrow," said Quinn. "I have a family thing. I guess we're logistically star-crossed, Juliet." Sometimes Quinn… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“Do you care about your image?' Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I was mentally kicking myself. He'd been kidding… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“Good,' she said. Then she exhaled a long breath and leaned back in her seat. 'I can't believe I just talked to you like… — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
“That was Hunter,' said Quinn as his father's footsteps faded away. 'I figured. Since he said to call him Hunter and everything.” — Jennifer Sturman Copy Share Image
