Helena rested her hand over the tight fist he held clenched against his knee. "Donovan, you still love her. Don't try to deny it, I Can see it in your eyes,"

"Yes, I love her. I've tried to forget her, but I can't,"

"She loves you. I know I can see it on her face, as she watches for a glimpse of you at every party, every TV show and ball she attends. I can hear it, in the soft sparkling notes of the music box she plays every night in her bedroom." Helena squeezed his hand. "You must go to her. Tell her how you feel."

Memories coiled around...