“She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do.Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.”

“She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack.""Yes?""I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words.It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.”

“Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.”

“Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.”

“Why should I? What do you promise me?Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.”

“If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.”

“Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels.Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone!He looked directly at Mimi.She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him.Why should I? What do you promise me?Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to beyourself. Leave him. Come with me.”