Yeah. Rose." Jill Sighed And Stared Vacantly

Staring Into The Mirror, I Was Surprised To See A Haunted Look In My Brown Eyes. There Was Pain There, Pain And Loss That Even The Nicest Dress And Makeup Couldn't Hide.

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

I Can't Wait Until This Show Gets On The Road," He Said. "you And Me Are Going To Have So Much Fun, Rose. Picking Out Curtains, Doing Each Other's Hair, Telling Ghost Stories..." The Reference To "ghost Stories" Hit A Little Closer To Home Than I Was Comfortable With. Not That Choosing Curtains Or Brushing Christian's Hair Was Much More Appealing.

I’ve Come To Ask You Where Seth Is.” "funny,” Said Andrea. “we Were Going To Ask You The Same Thing.” I Was Taken Aback. “how Would I Know?” They Both Just Stared. "i Don’t!

That Was Ridiculous," I Told Dorian, Once She'd Left. "she's Not The Kind Of Person To Fall For Your Flirting." "on The Contrary," Said Dorian. "she's Exactly The Kind Of Person To Fall For It. I Understand These Warrior Maids, You Know. They Live Such Harsh, Cold Lives, Always Trying To Keep Up With The Men... When Really, They Just Need Someone To Make Them Feel Like A Woman. And That, Of Course, Is An Area In Which I Excel. Why, If I'd Had Ten Minutes Alone With Her—