Emily Henry just knows how to write women and their thoughts, fears, love, and dreams in a way no other person I’ve read can. Despite being different than all of her fmc characters I always feel a visceral connection to them in some way. Daphne perhaps most of all. And that is what makes this book so deliciously beautiful. The focus on herself and not just the love story, plus the growing friendship focus, as well as calling out her father. It all felt so genuine that I feel like Daphne is real, and I want to be her friend too.