"You look beautiful, Miss Jackson."

She turned from the mirror to look at the housemaid coming in to do her hair. A pair of chocolate brown eyes tracked the maid, they were all the girl had left of the mother who had died giving birth to her, watched as Nana, the housemaid, walked behind her and played with the brown hair that hung down the girls waist, waiting for her. Her father let her keep a picture of her by her bedside.

She sat at her vanity and watched as Nana curled and pinned her hair. The dark blue gown she was wearing flattered her, she decided. It worked well with her creamy skin that never tanned. Her father decided it was time for her "Coming Out" party before he had to go back into battle, and scheduled the party a few days after her sixteenth birthday.

Her father, Lieutenant-General Thomas Johnathan Jackson was the only man who held her heart. But not for long, or so she prayed. She was hoping to marry a soldier. They were the only men she would ever feel safe with, it was all she knew.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

She smiled as Nana went to open the door for her father to enter her bedchamber.

"Yes, Daddy."

The General walked over to his daughter and kissed her hand. "Evelyn, you're absolutely stunning." Taking his daughter's arm, General Jackson led Evelyn to the ballroom and to the awaiting guests. As they were announced, they walked in gracefully, Evelyn's nerves showing through only by the tightening on her father's arm. Evelyn walked over to her friend Victoria Hardee, who looked gorgeous in a red and gold gown. The two girls talked as they admired the many young soldiers. Vicotia's father was a war General also. Their families had been friends for decades, as far as the girls knew.

"Miss Jackson, would you do me the honor of dancing with a soldier?"

Evelyn turned to look at the soldier. He looked to be about nineteen and had blonde, curly hair that hung to his chin. Looking into his blue eyes, she found herself smiling. "I would be delighted, Mr..."

"Whitlock, ma'am..."

*BEEP*BEEP*

"Huh..." a voice whispered, reaching out to turn her alarm off. A young girl sat up in her bed, and stretched thinking about the dream.

"Why do I keep having this dream?" The girl wondered as she got out of bed and headed to the shower to start another day, still blinking the sleep out of a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

Hey everyone. I hope you liked the prologue. I thought about trying something different. Let me know and review. By the way Im not cool enough to own Twilight or the Characters that you recognize, Stephanie is.

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