This chapter begins with Juliette finally being happy about something.
She's digging through the armoire, having resigned to behaving for Adam's sake, and finds something on the shelf behind the dresses Warner loves seeing her in. I'm not even gonna...just, here's the quote.
"My fingers feel their way around the surface and a surge of sunshine rushes through my stomach until I'm certain I'm bursting with hope and feeling and a force of stupid happiness so strong I'm surprised there aren't tears streaming down my face.
My notebook.
He saved my notebook."
I'm not even gonna be cynical about this.
And then it gets even better.
"At the very bottom there is a shift. A new sentence not written in my handwriting.
A new sentence that must've come from him.
It's not what you think."
I'm actually happy about this, and it's not even in the hopeless romantic way. Good job, Mafi.
Warner arrives and again shrugs off Juliette caring too much about Adam. He and Isobel should form a club.
With his arm around her waist, they move toward the elevator, and Juliette says something very accidentally important.
"'Your poor mother.'"
She means, of course, that she pities Warner's mother for having to raise her, but there's another very serious meaning behind those three words that we won't get to for a looong time.
Warner, acting understandably for once, is horrified and Juliette doesn't know why.
He doesn't touch her anymore.
This chapter ends with Warner doing some serious cliffhanging.
"'Welcome to your future.'"
Next chapter of Night Circus should be up before midnight on Tuesday.
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