"Your dad is my best friend," Keeley said simply, unable to explain the full truth.
Violet rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, he is now but it wasn't like you were friends first. I've known Noah since we were both in diapers. That's not romantic at all."
She was going off of the romance novel and chick flick version of romance. It had to be big and flashy and over the top for it to be real. But love could be simple and sweet too.
Noah's affection was definitely more of the simple and sweet variety. So Violet, who loved reading about all of the big and flashy stuff, would easily overlook it.
Keeley's heart really went out to the kid. But she had to be on her daughter's side here; it was the principle of the thing.
"I'm sure you'll get the romance you're hoping for someday. Even if it doesn't come in the way you expect."
Violet tilted her head in confusion. "You sound like you're speaking from experience."
