"I wouldn't have," she returned softly, hoping dearly that she would remember every moment of contact she had with them until they would be allowed to do so in public. "You are who I want, Will."

Even as they broke away Diana ached to reach out to him once more. She knew, however, that they'd risked enough with the past stolen moments, and she took a few breaths to regain her composure. Lacing her fingers in front of her, she stepped away, letting the distance between them help her remember where she was. "It was always you." she said softly before the clatter of china told them that Wellington had arrived.

"Ah, thank you so much, Mrs. Wellington," she said, allowing calm to settle into her voice as if they'd just merely been discussing the matter of the weather. "Mr. Abbott was just telling me about the most beautiful work of embroidery his sister has completed." She turned back to Will as she headed to the chaise. With her back again to her chaperone, Diana found herself overcome with another surge of brazenness, she threw him a wink.