A shame. She could still breathe in the scent of the library, when she wanted to. But she supposed not everyone would find it as desperately romantic as she did. Diana came to it from a unique perspective, after all.

"What about Montmarte?" she asked, her French accent still impeccable. "I've heard stories . They say that it's positively wild out there." The tossed her head back defiantly, letting her hair flutter around her, to suggest how she felt about that.

Envious.