Lily
When I turn around, I see in Diana's eyes great sorrow and doubt.
"Please, tell me you're not in love with my son," her words come out like a plea.
What should I do? What should I tell her? Do I lie?
"Diana... I..." I start to say, but she steps forward and takes my arm.
"Come on, dear, let's take a walk in the garden." I let her guide me. She looks serious, but not angry.
"I'm an older woman and I recognize that look. I've seen it before—Annette and Regina had it. They are the ones who have loved my son before you. And I truly didn't expect to see that look in you," she says, her voice low.
"I thought it might happen with Amelia, but it never did. She was always his friend, although at first there was some tension between them, over time it faded away completely, giving way
