The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson
I am the counteroffer.
Tears threaten again, and I clench my jaw until my face aches, because I'd rather be trampled by horses than cry in front of my sister. I imagine what they said to make him agree to this match. She was chosen for Service. No, no, nothing has happened yet, but soon, we are certain. Yes, she is fluent in the Lengua Classica. No, not beautiful, but she is clever. The servants love her. And she embroiders a lovely horse. -- Pg. 12
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith
When its her turn to hand over her ticket, the flight attendant smiles from beneath his mustache. "Scared of flying?"
Hadley forces herself to unclench her hand, where she's been gripping the handle of her suitcase with white knuckles. She smiles ruefully.
"Scared of landing." she says, then steps onto the plan anyway. -- Pg. 43