Chapter 92. The Boy In The Photograph

Late in April, Juliet brought the wedding photographs to lunch. Diana had turned thirty-nine earlier that month. Gabriel had made breakfast, her mother had brought flowers, and Eva had insisted that becoming respectable enough to marry did not excuse her from birthday cake.

Diana had invited both mothers, partly because she wanted to feed them for once and partly because her mother had begun asking whether being married meant they had forgotten the way to her home.

“Two visits in three weeks,” Diana had reminded her.

“I'm maintaining standards.”

Now the two women sat together on the sofa, looking at a picture in which Diana was laughing while Gabriel bent toward her.

Neither remembered what he had said.

“It looks scandalous,” Juliet observed.

“It probably was,” Diana's mother replied.

Gabriel looked offended on behalf of a reputation nobody in the room was prepared to defend.

Diana took the picture from them.

Her