Looking at the ageing photograph, it seemed like only yesterday………..

`the heavy jewel had sparkled on her shoulder where Dietrich had nervously attached it to her gown.

It was then that she knew she would have to betray him, but this was wartime, and he was `the enemy'. Bravely, she smiled at him, but she knew in her heart, she could not, would not, meet him again.

Not under these circumstances anyway………'

With a heavy heart Yvette carefully unpacked her fragile diary.

Fingering the fragile photograph, and with each turn of a yellowed page, she began to relive again her exploits as a British agent in Occupied Paris of WWII.