" Say whatever is in your heart,” Violet said. Her lips
twisted wryly. “And if that doesn’t work, I suggest that
you take a book and knock him over the head with it.”
Hyacinth blinked, then blinked again. “I beg your pardon.”
“I didn’t say that,” Violet said quickly.
Hyacinth felt herself smile. “I’m rather certain you
did.”
“Do you think?” Violet murmured, concealing her own
smile with her teacup.
“A large book,” Hyacinth queried, “or small?”
“Large, I think, don’t you?”
Hyacinth nodded. “Have we The Complete Works of
Shakespeare in the library?”
Violet’s lips twitched. “I believe that we do.”
Something began to bubble in Hyacinth’s chest. Something
very close to laughter. And it felt so good to feel it
again.
“I love you, Mother,” she said, suddenly consumed by
the need to say it aloud. “I just wanted you to know that.”
“I know, darling,” Violet said, and her eyes were shining
brightly. “I love you, too. "
― Julia Quinn , It's in His Kiss (Bridgertons, #7)