“I don’t care what he thinks. Only what you think.” He holds me tighter. “Like if you think I need to stop biting my nails.” “You’ve worn your pinkies to nubs,” I say cheerfully. “Or if I need to start ironing my bed spread.” “I DO NOT IRON MY BED SPREAD.” “You do. And I love it.”
I went to Paris before starting Stephanie Perkins beautiful series, if I had gone after there would definitely be more pictures. I first read Isla and the Happily Ever After, just finished reading Anna and the French kiss, but haven’t read Lola and the Boy Next Door yet. I know, I’m all out of order. Here’s a couple photos of places mentioned in Anna’s story and Isla’s.