"Me neither," Diana said, warming up by the second. She'd been unfair, she supposed. She might be just as defensive, if she saw a beautiful woman eying her latest beau. "But I would love to go back, someday."

Paris in particular. So many memories. On the other hand, they were all wrapped up in Joseph.

Idly, her fingers played with the engagement ring she still wore.

"You know what I miss the most about Paris? The way the air smells."