Despite his resolve to not look at her — to not give Mrs. Wellington cause to wack him upside the head — Will couldn't help but look over at her as they spoke. He missed her, missed the way she used to look at him with such admiration. Now, whenever he was fortunate enough to feel her gaze upon him it was laced with disdain. Or was it regret?

Did she regret their past relationship?

Will was about to turn from her again when he noticed it, the flash of sadness across her features as he mentioned his sister. Diana had to be fearful for her own future now that the label of spinster was looming. The future he ruined. The future he should have been tightly woven into. The future he desired five years too late. He dropped his gaze back to the bird across from them, best not address those demons.

"I wish her the best." He commented softly, distractedly. Truthfully, Will cared for her sister only out of respect for her. No one — not even a younger sister could ever hold a candle to Diana's elegant beauty.