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

Henry turned his hat in his hands but went on looking at Diana in a way that made her want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever.

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

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

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.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.