They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.