Rosalie's diary---
Chapter 1
3/26/1933
Hey diary it's me Rose, today's the most dreadful day I have ever been through, today's the day my father picks out my husband. Do I dare to think what creep he's going to pick out for me this time. Yeah, yeah I know he's only an option but still I bet my father will love him because he is bloody rich. Here I sit brushing my beautiful blond hair (not to be arrogant) pondering what will happen if I do marry this retard he will probably just rape me everyday anyways, like every man my father picks. If only I could run off into the sunset with my hair blowing free in the pure air. Running from my father and husband to be while they scream "Rose, Rose wait you will regret this one day!" Then SLAM! There goes my door once again my father takes me by the neck he yells "Stop brushing your stupid hair and get ready for your meeting with Royce, at the bank I'm sure he will treat you very well." Oh my God! I scream in my head, no he won't he will be a freak like every other guy you pick! "Get ready know or I will have to do it for you!" Father screams. My door slams again, too bad my mother is still in bed with her flu I hope it's nothing too bad she is my life I want to be just like her. I know I know you are probably thinking "What's so bad about this man you have never even meet him before." Yes, I may have never met him but my father thinks a man is a gentleman when they have money. Ever since the Great Depression my father has been this way, I miss my old father. Anyways the last man my father picked out the minute I have gotten alone with him he couldn't wait to get off my shirt, and the man before that (the first freak) was barbaric! When I told him no, no kids he freaked out held me by my hair and took his pocket knife and slashed it across my face I screamed "I am Rosalie Hal you can not do this for me!" Then he loosened his grip and threw me on the floor and spat then walked off into the distance. See now you know why I get freaked out about these things. I pick out my blue silk gown and put it on. I ask myself should I curl my hair or straighten it then I realize It's just another pig why waste my time fixing my hair… I hear my father screaming I give my hair a quick brushing and off I went.