She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

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

They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.