Dear Diary
Friday 17th of May, 1859
Dear Diary,
Why do I force myself to write a diary each year? I will remember everything anyway. This year I moved to Texas. All I can say is that it is hot, formal and full of delicious smelling men. But I will not give in! I now live in a quaint cottage next to Witlock Manor, apparently it used to be an old relatives house. Until he died, of course. They gave me cookies, macadamia nut; it is amazing how much the family gives even in a time of need. With us on the brink of war, I opted to give the cookies to a small girl; I could last for a couple more days. I do not know why I moved to Texas, probably something about the sadness and the poverty. I want to make a difference in this town, I will give money to the poor, make anonymous donations to the sick, homeless war victims and I will do something, this time.
Saturday 25th of May, 1859
Dear Diary,
The Witlock heir continues to look at me, not that I am not used to it, but this time it feels different. There is just something about Jasper that I cannot fathom. He has blonde hair, a cold exterior and mysterious, blue eyes. He works on a farm, bringing in seed he bought to plant and, if you watch when he thinks nobody is watching, he is an amazing singer. I think I am infatuated with one Jasper Witlock, and I do not care. This probably is bad; someone like me should not be in love, especially not with someone like him. I should stay away from him; he can live his life normally, riding with Charlotte and mock fighting with Peter. Yes, he needs to live, not have to live with the fears or the eternal boredom.