“Hey, can you do me a favor?" "Anything." "Will you... Will you call me by my name?" She beams, her face brighter than the sun. He realizes just how fitting her name is. She's his ray of sunshine, his garden… — Katrina Kwan Copy Share
“Hey, can you do me a favor?" "Anything." "Will you... Will you call me by my name?" She beams, her face brighter than the sun. He realizes just how fitting her name is. She's his ray of sunshine, his garden of Eden. She's a breath of fresh mountain air. She's the warmth of a calm fire in the middle of… — Katrina Kwan Copy Share
“It's a creamy lobster mashed potato, but it's so much more than that. She can taste the the sweet meat of the shellfish, the salinity of the butter, the earthiness of finely chopped chives. The potatoes are soft, lighter than air, almost like they've been whipped for hours. Eden determines that he's used brie instead of cheddar, giving the whole… — Katrina Kwan Copy Share
“You can say whatever you want about me, but none of it's true. You just can't stand the fact that your career is stagnant and you don't have enough talent to climb your way up on your own. If calling me names and threatening me makes you feel like more of a man, fine. Knock yourself out." Eden yanks her… — Katrina Kwan Copy Share