*~*Love Notes – Cain to Violet – Made in Manhattan by Lauren Layne*~*

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Central Park Pact comes a reverse My Fair Lady for the modern era about a pampered and privileged Manhattan socialite who must teach an unpolished and denim-loving nobody from the Louisiana Bayou how to fit in with the upper crust of New York City. Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Sally Thorne.
Violet Townsend has always been a people pleaser. Raised in the privileged world of Upper East Side Manhattan, she always says the right things, wears the right clothes, and never rocks the boat. Violet would do anything for the people closest to her, especially her beloved grandmother. So when she asks Violet to teach the newly-discovered grandson of her friend how to fit in with New York City’s elite, Violet immediately agrees. Her goal? To get Cain Stone ready to take his place as heir to his family company…but to say he’s not exactly an eager student is an understatement.
Born and raised in rural Louisiana and now making his own way in New Orleans, Cain Stone is only playing along for the paycheck at the end. He has no use for the grandmother he didn’t know existed and no patience for the uppity Violet’s attempts to turn him into a suit-wearing, museum-attending gentleman.
But somewhere amidst antagonistic dinner parties and tortured tux fittings, Cain and Violet come to a begrudging understanding—and the uptight Violet realizes she’s not the only one doing the teaching. As she and Cain begin to find mutual respect for one another (and maybe even something more), Violet learns that blindly following society’s rules doesn’t lead to happiness…and that sometimes the best things in life come from the most unexpected places.

Cain’s note is just lovely…

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My Beloved Duchess—

I never imagined being this guy. The guy who writes love letters, who uses words like *beloved* and means them. I’m not the guy who hears the word valentine, and instead of running for the hills, thinks instantly of one woman: *his* woman. But I am that now, you made me that man, and I wouldn’t have hit any other way. I don’t know if I’ll do this letter thing right, Duchess. You know me, I’ve never been about the hearts and flowers, pretty words are not my thing. But you deserve them. You deserve to know how much you’ve changed me, how much I can’t imagine life without you. Waking up with you beside me, your hair on my pillow, your cheek on my chest, is the best part of my day. At least right up until the late evening hours, after our daughters are tucked into bed, and I wait impatiently for you to finish your nighttime routine, and come to me—then *that* becomes the best part of my day.

I’m in awe of you, Violet. The way you’re constantly evolving, the way inspire other people to be better simply because they want to be worthy of you, even though I know for a fact that nobody can ever be worthy of you, least of all me. But I try. I’ll always try to deserve you, even if it’s just by loving you, Emily, Marla, and Coco with every fiber of my being. Listening to you play piano, watching you wipe that bit of powdered sugar off your lip after a beignet, or simply watching the way you handle Marla losing her backpack *again,* I want you to know I see you, I hear you, I love you.

I never spent a lot of time imagining what my life would look like a year from now, five years from now, ten years from now. What was the point, you know? And while I still can’t claim to know what the future holds or what tomorrow will bring, I do know this: I am better for having loved you, and I’m grateful every damn day that you love me back.

I’m yours, Violet, like it or not, and I hope like hell you like it, because I’m not going anywhere.

Cain