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

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.

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

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

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

But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.