“Wow,' he said. 'Seriously - *wow*. I mean, what are the odds that of all the people Dad might marry, the chick's son is someone you've-''Trace!''Sorry. Okay, advice...hmm.”
“Rose: "Wow. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible... what happened. But, wow. You really are a god."... Dimitri: "What?" Rose: "Uh, nothing.”
“Wow." I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. "You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god."He blinked. "What?""Uh, nothing.”
“But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally.""And you are the stepdaughter of Denise Davidson."Wow. That was a bit harsh, but, "Okay, point taken.”
“He didn't want me to get hurt? Wow. Just wow. I might actually be close to a swoon here”
“Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna.""Wow. I must see this.""He was wearing her little apron and everything.""Got a camera?”