❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“One can only hope, because otherwise I have seriously lost my touch. I used to be able to get any guy I wanted, and now it’s like– What happened to my game?” Amelia sighed, dropping her chin to her palm. “I’m still young and hot. This shouldn’t be happening to me yet.”
“Are you saying that I’m not? Young and hot, I mean,” Teddy quipped, sighing. “Because if you are, you’re completely right.“