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.

She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.