"Cecily is the calm in a loud, chaotic world."

"You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka, my fucked-up place."

"I don't regret it, Carolina. You've always been with me. Both on my skin and in my heart." His smile is rueful. "That was cheesy as hell, but you know what I mean."

(...) Oh God.

I think I'm falling in love with West Fontaine.

[Carolina just had a tattoo inked in her skin.]

"Want to see it?" asks the artist, sounding excited, and I nod my response.

(...)West appears at my side, pulling the shirt up until the tattoo is exposed, my skin glowing red, the black ink traced over the words that he wrote. They're in French.

Je serais toujours avec toi.

I frown, concentrating on each word, translating them to English in my head.

I'll always be with you.

He laughs. "[The name] Fontaine is currently in everyone's mouths."

"Better not be." He sends me a questioning look. "I'm the only one who should have a Fontaine in my mouth."

He laughs again. "Trust me, baby. You are."

"I'm done with the London Dance Company."

"Are you sure?" I'm surprised. Dance was-is-her life. It's all she's ever talked about. All she's ever wanted to do. She's made it the entire focus of her life and now she's willing to just...quit? "Why?"

"I don't need it anymore."

"And why is that?"

"Because I have you."

"My little dancer. I would follow you to the ends of the earth to keep you in my life."

"Quelqu'un a dit un jour...personne ne te regardera autant que ceux qui te détestent, alors donne leur un spectacle.

Laisse moi te donner un spectacle digne de ce nom, Lakestone."

"Tu es fragile pour moi et je suis monstrueux pour toi."

"Tes mots princesse."

"You were never a drizzles(bruine) Penn Scully. When I fell for you, you came beating down, and I felt you everywhere. You were hail (de la grêle)."