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“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

"Sorry. Don't waste your time on me." Then I turned and walked straight to the library. … I stayed at the library until late. When I finally stepped out and checked my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls and unread messages. Before I could even scroll through them, Derek called again. I picked up and was immediately hit with his impatient yell, "Where the hell have you been?"

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The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

Chloe sobbed in his arms, a picture of tear-stained beauty. "They were horrible! An old hag and a crazy woman, they just barged in to smash the place up! I tried to reason with them, but the crazy one grabbed my neck. She tried to kill me! And the old one, she faked a heart attack for money, and then—I swear—she just died for real!" The staff and customers chimed in. "It's true, Mr. Vance! They're professional con artists!" "That woman was insane! She almost strangled Miss Chloe!"

SKYLA My conversation with Tanya played vividly like a rolled tape in my mind, my whole body tingling with exhaustion as I tried to keep my breathing steady. The events of these past few weeks weighing heavily on my slender shoulders, as I tried to make sense of what my life had become. Hot frustrated tears spilled down my face as I stared at the gift Tanya dropped over. The cover of my book that had now become hers glared at me. The pink covers mocking me, taunting. I hurled the books across the room, hitting Ed Square on the head as he made his way in

“But I think we both know this isn’t just business anymore.” She didn’t flinch. “Don’t mistake my interest in your case for anything else.” Roman’s giving a gentle smile took a sip from his drink while watching her. “You’re good at keeping people at arm’s length. I bet it works most of the time. But not with me.” Ava took a step forward, her heels tapping sharply on the floor. “You don’t know me well enough to make assumptions, so I'd suggest you don't do that.” His eyes moved to hers, holding it with maddening ease. “I know you’re the kind of woman who can’t stand being wrong. And you’re here because part of you feels I might not be lying and that terrifies you, doesn’t it?”

My clothes were adhering to my body like a second skin, which irritated me. I dashed to a small bus stop just a few feet away. I stood beneath the awning and placed the bag beside me before squeezing the water from my hair. I then knelt on my knees and took my books and papers from my bag. My grin was wide when I noticed the book pages weren't wet, but it quickly turned to horror as I was suddenly covered in cold dirty water. When I noticed my books were drenched in brown water, I let out a small yelp. I managed to catch a glimpse of a black range rover leaving. What.The.Hell!

“What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to learn and evolve. Our mistakes and shortcomings