g into Diana's upper

shoved her into the heavy mahogany study. Eleanor slammed th

e room was absolute. Th

Her face was pale, her perfectly applied

cross the Persian rug. "Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you know wh

ak desk. She kept her head

hing finally started

lready red. Two perfect, heavy tears spille

ing with a raw, agonizing vulnerability. "I haven't

aded photograph. It was a picture the private investigato

oto up, her hands

nway piano," Diana sobbed, her voice hitching in her throat. "And she wa

Diana's kn

ck rug. She wrapped her arms around Eleanor's legs, bur

ce, my conscience is going to rot,"

nipulation hit its mark w

her body melted into maternal panic. She quickly bent down

brushed a stray hair from Diana's wet cheek. "This isn't your fau

g her head on her shoulder. "But Candice was so

andice breathes a word of this to the press, I will perso

are still my daughter. The daughter I raised. Tomorrow, I will have the lawyers se

Diana's face stopped. The corners of her mouth

he study. She had washed her face and re

in the hallway, standing ben

er lips. She stepped into Diana's personal sp

rector," Candice demanded. "Or tomorrow morning, all of

rability vanished

tepped closer to Candice, forcing her

red, her voice devoid of

wn off balance by the

Diana mocked, reaching out to casually flick a piece of lint off Candice's Gucci

lked away, leaving Candice trem

owed Diana's path, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. She watched Diana walk away, her analytical mind carefully dissecting the te