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.
Anna GodbersenHe was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.
Anna GodbersenShe was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
Anna GodbersenThat 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.
Anna Godbersen