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

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.

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

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

There was plenty of life left and if he had to he would use it all to get her back. The time had passed for making promises to her-all that was left for him was to act.