Simon's POV:
Diana's car was parked across the street. She stood in the small garden behind the apartment building. Philip had his back to me, with a bench separating the two of them.
As I stepped behind a tree, I heard Philip say, "You promised to marry him. Tomorrow, you're going to sit down with him and settle the wedding plans." His voice was stern, but the hand gripping the back of the bench was white with strain.
"Can you stop saying that?" Diana kept her voice low. "You expect me to look at his face, think of you, and still agree to marry him?"
Philip didn't answer. She hurried around the bench and took his hand, her voice pleading. "I can tell him I fell in love with someone else. He can hate me. He can say anything he wants to me."
"And then what?" Philip jerked his hand away
