chapter one      It had been almost two years since Diana's death when Will actually picked up the phone and called his childhood friend. His father had told him that she had just moved back to England from Italy. He was nervous about making the call. She'd been sending him emails consistently for about a year after his mother's death. He wasn't good at sending them back. After several dry runs in front of the mirror, he mustered up the courage to do it for real.      "Hello?" a voice said into the phone.      "Hello, my name is Will. Is Emma there?"      "Hey Will, I all but thought you forgot about me," she said, her voice stiffening a little bit.      "Never," he replied remorsefully. "I know that I haven't exactly been perfect at the correspondence thing, but I'm willing to try and make up for it."      "Oh?" she asked, letting her voice slip back into its usual casual tone, "and how are you going to do that?"      "Would you like to go to Greece with me?" Her heart skipped a beat.      "Yes…oh my God! Yeah, Will, that's amazing! When are we going?"      "On Wednesday." She looked the calendar on the wall.      "Will it's Monday!"      "I know, I'm sorry for the late notice, but my dad just approved the idea of bringing friends along."      "Friends?" she asked, my heart dropping, "How many people are going?"      "Well, including you, about five girls, a few mates of mine from Eton, Camilla's kids, my dad, Camilla, some of my dad's friends, maybe a few others, why?"      "Um…just wondering if this was like small or big or whatever."      "Um…well, I guess you could describe it as big."      "Cool."      "You okay with this?" he asked.      "Oh, yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"      "I don't know, you sounded kind of off a minute ago."      "Oh, no, no. I'm fine."      "Really? You sure?"      "Yes, Will, I'm fine. In fact I'm really quite excited!" he laughed.      "Good, we're going to have a brilliant time."      "I hope so."      They said their good-byes and hung up. Emma flopped back onto her bed and closed her eyes. I missed it, she thought, I missed my chance to be alone with him. She called for her dad. He came upstairs to her room.      "What is it?" he asked as he walked into her room.      "Will's just invited me to go with his family to Greece for a couple of weeks. Can I go?"      "Yeah, I don't see why not. Do I need to call and get you a ticket?"      "No, they're handling everything."      "When are you leaving?"      "Wednesday."      "That's in like two days, are you going to be ready in time?"      "Yeah, I mean, I'll go shopping for some nice clothes tomorrow, so I should be good."      "Okay, well I'll dig out the big suitcase for you."      "Thanks dad."      "No problem kid-o," he turned to leave.      "Hey dad,"      "Yeah?" he said, turning back around.      "How do you know if you're in love?" He sat down next to her on her bed and patted her knee.      "Why? You think you're in love?"      "I don't know, that's why I'm asking."      "Well, I've only ever been in love once, and that was with your mother," she smiled, "and the minute I laid eyes on her I knew that I loved her."      "Yeah but how did you know?"      "Oh, I just did. It's like butterflies in your stomach, but they never go away. You smile at mere thought of that person. It's a magical feeling." She nodded. "So, my little bunny, you in love?"      "Not yet dad, not yet." .:. back