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

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

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

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

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

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.