Diane's POV
Friday afternoon arrived before I knew it. I stood in front of my room mirror, carefully looking ay my reflection as I packed a small duffel bag.
I'd chosen casual but flattering clothes for the weekend....jeans that hugged my curves, soft sweaters that brought out the green in my eyes, comfortable but cute hiking boots.
"Do you have everything?" Joan asked from the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed.
I zipped the bag closed. "I think so. Just a couple days' worth of clothes, toiletries, my phone charger."
"Diane, are you sure this is a good idea?" Joan asked, worry etched on her face.
"Joan, don't worry i got this. And besides we're staying in separate rooms."
"Mmhmm," she hummed skeptically. "Just be careful.not to complicate things, that's all I'm saying."
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. Noah was here.
Joan gave me a quick hug. "Call me if you need anything. And Diane? Remember what I said. Be careful with his heart."
