Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.

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.

Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

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