“It's not lace, is it?”
“No lace. No lace, Mrs. Bennett, I beg you!”
“Every inch of the house is covered in flowers and lace and screams tacky. It's like Martha Stewart vomitted, and this is the crap that came out.”
“Where's the lace?”
“Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.”
“his heart laced with regret.”