Sarah Spencer Diana Novels & Stories

Then, he waited silently for her response. He sounded pretty sure of it. Ariel put down her pen and said, "I want Sarah's painting, the one you bought during Mr. Spencer Senior's art exhibition."

Queen Sarah said she held Princess Diana tight. Princess Diana was weeping she could not say anything. Queen Sarah did nothing but to get her out of the room. As they are about to leave, King Abasiama said loudly, " I am sorry, but you get to tell me why she took the key." They both left without answering him.

Sarah hugged Diana tighter, locked her in her arms. “If something happens—” Diana started. “Jesus, Diana, nothing’s going to happen, okay? I’ve got to do it. You keep watch with—what’s your name?” “It’s Michael,” he replied, shaking his head. He thought letting the girl go was crazy. “Help us, sweetie,” Sarah asked of Diana. “I’ve got to go now.” “She’s got to slip through now.” Sarah kissed Diana’s cheek. “Sis, you don’t have to do this.”

Realization hit me like a slow-moving wave. Diana’s shoulders shook as she sobbed, her hands clasped together like a child pleading for mercy. “I just… I just found out what happened. I swear, Aunt Sarah. I didn’t know.” Sarah’s sharp gaze didn't waver. She watched Diana carefully, as if peeling away every layer of her words to find the truth hidden underneath. Diana sniffled, her hands trembling as she wiped her face hastily. "I didn’t know Eva and Olivia had a problem."

"Everyone knows that he's perfect for her." "He's not." "Look, I don't want to argue with you. Let's just say we don't talk about your ex." "I can still see the shock on you guys' faces." Diana laughed. Michael placed his hand on his chest, astonished by Diana's weird attitude, what happened to his sweet cousin? "My daughter." Sarah cried, only for her footsteps towards Diana to be cut short by her darling daughter's rude tone. "Mom, this isn't the time to be all lovely buddies," Diana said.

Back to Julian. She spent the day buried in spreadsheets and logistics, forcing herself to focus, but she was distracted. She kept wondering what he was doing, what he was planning, and if there were even words in the English language that could fix the wreckage he’d made of them. “Mrs. Kane!” Sarah flinched, snapping out of her trance. Diana was standing in the doorway, her coat already on. “Yes, Diana?” Sarah asked, blinking. “I’ve been standing here talking to you for five minutes and you weren't even listening,” Diana laughed gently. “Anyway, I just wanted to say goodnight.”

Sia was in for a long ride with those two. Diana caught the red tints on Sia's cheeks. "But wait.... Oooh, I think someone is thinking of a certain purple-eyed Prince in a different way? Romantically perhaps?" "What? Of course, not!" Sia instantly declined but looked like she was caught redhanded. Diana did not believe a word. "Uh-huh… I totally believe you." Sia rolled her eyes. "Who is the sarcastic one now?" "You," Diana said. "Which is why I know that at this moment, you want to run into his arms."

Why does looking at her eyes feels like I am looking at something that I cannot let go– something about us that is hard to let go. It is not the person I am hoping to see. This is not Caroline, instead I have Diana Elizabeth Spencer, standing in front of me. Diana Elizabeth Spencer is the woman I loved for the past few years. The woman I thought would be mine for life but ended up that she is not. It tears me to remember how everything about us ended. I am standing in front the woman who made me abhor the rest of the other women. I composed myself, balled my hand in tight ball so the trembling won't be too visible. "State your business here. I have no time for your dirty games, Diana."

She walks to another and repeats the same process of looking at her mother's portrait and the woman her dad had brought home. The woman who was Diana had the same jet black hair her mother had, the shape of their faces were the same too. And looking at them both, one had thought they were sisters. Sarah's eyes welled with tears as she frowned at Diana. Diana, seeing the little girl's confusion, turned to Xavier who was too occupied with the palace steward he was talking to, to notice Sarah's change of mood. "Can you give me a minute alone with Sarah please?" Diana requested from Xavier giving him a pleading look.

The woman I bumped into asked Diana. "Miss Sarah, she is Mr. Blackistont's P.A. Shanaya Weasley" Diana replied. Oh, She's Sarah Park. "Oh, you are the one I talked to yesterday? Well, you don't look like a P.A. of the most influential and powerful businessman here. I am even surprised that Emir employed you as his P.A." She scoffed sarcastically, eyeing me up and down in disgust. I shifted uncomfortably. I felt humiliated.