Secrets of a Summer Night

He’s an entrepreneur.”

“You mean a financial speculator?” Annabelle

This is Mr. Simon Hunt

As the only surviving offspring of the Peyton family, Annabelle and her younger brother had always been unusually close despite the ten-year difference in their ages

You’re so beautiful,” Simon whispered. “Inside and out. Annabelle, my wife, my sweet love…kiss me again. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Simon

Without limit. Beyond forever.”
“I love you more

I would rather have died in your arms, Simon, than face a lifetime without you. All those endless years…all those winters, summers…a hundred seasons of wanting you and never having you. Growing old, while you stayed eternally young in my memories.” She bit her lip and shook her head, while her eyes flooded. “I was wrong when I told you that I didn’t know where I belonged. I do. With you, Simon. Nothing matters except being with you. You’re stuck with me forever, and I’ll never listen when you tell me to go.” She managed a tremulous smile. “So you may as well stop complaining and resign yourself to it.”

With the exception of Westcliff and two or three other wellborn friends

I think you couldn’t possibly become any more beautiful—and you always prove me wrong

the mysterious owner, Mr. Harry Rutledge, aspired to create the most elegant and modern hotel in Europe, combining Continental style with American innovations

Good God—is there nothing you won’t stoop to?”
“If there is,” Lillian replied smartly, “I haven’t discovered it yet