Don't go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.

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

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.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

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

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.