Dianne Dufort looked at the Lady Edith sitting across the table.
"There's going to be a trial and everything, isn't there?" She asked.
Lady Edith calmly sipped her tea, "Why, yes of course."
"I suppose it's going to be a highly sendationalized event," she said dubiously.
"Obviously."
"I don't want it to be a public affair," Dianne said, "I wish I could have quietly divorced him and be done with it."
"That's the price you pay for marrying a celebrity."
Dianne looked lost and doubtful. Last night, she had lain awake in bed for a long time wondering if she had done the wrong thing. She could never go back to her parents’ home. She had married André against their wishes. If she went back now saying her marriage had fallen apart, they would never take her back.
They were conservative or
