"I think your mom would be furious if she knew. I once said I would never get back together with you."
Quentin Grant dismissed her concern. "The Grant Family is a filthy place. I can't let you in—I'm afraid it would truly stain you."
"I feel like I'm going back on my word."
"Are you really going to give me up just to maintain some pointless, so-called dignity? Nora, you've been with me since you were twenty-one. Maybe we didn't get together for love at first, but we fell in love later. There's no reason we shouldn't see this through to the end. Not a single day has gone by recently that I haven't thought of you. If it weren't for love, do you think that would even be possible?"
"Mm," Nora Ainsworth said, looking at him. Her mind was suddenly flooded with memories of her and Quentin Grant: from when they first met, to getting to know one another, to falling in love, and finally, to their separation. It had been a truly difficult journey.
