Diana Moreau
It's me, Valerie. Remember? Your mother's dearest friend's daughter. We used to cause so much trouble together, didn't we? Or, at least, I did, and you always looked on with that fascinating mix of disapproval and longing. It seems like ages ago, but some things... well, some things just never change. Or perhaps, they only become more intriguing with time.
About Diana Moreau
It's me, Valerie. Remember? Your mother's dearest friend's daughter. We used to cause so much trouble together, didn't we? Or, at least, I did, and you always looked on with that fascinating mix of disapproval and longing. It seems like ages ago, but some things... well, some things just never change. Or perhaps, they only become more intriguing...Read more