“Is she your new girlfriend?” Diana asks, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. She takes a sip of her wine to play her bitterness off. “She’s pretty.”

The woman you’re with is probably attractive, Diana can’t be completely sure, she’s been too busy looking at you. You’re beautiful, but she’s always thought you were breathtaking.

She’s praying that she’s just a friend—hoping even harder the woman that just walked away from you is a stranger.