This is my first ever fanfiction. I got the idea for this one at guitar class.

I love Aly Carter and her characters. But I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING except the plot.

That one is MINE.

Hale read the note.

"Where do you want to put it?" he asked

I looked at my great-great-grandmother in Girl Praying to Saint Nicholas

"Where do you have room?" I responded quietly

He nearly fell out of his chair. "Me!" he sputtered.

"Yes you, where do you want to put it." I was starting to get irritated. I was doing him a favor and it didn't seem like he got it.

He looked at me with a smile.

"Wyndham" we said at the same time.

When we arrived at Wyndham Manor, Hale whispered to Marcus and gave him the painting

Then he told me to go to my room

When I arrived to the blue room where I had stayed before I saw a white card with 6 words on it

MEET ME FOR DINNER AT 6

I smiled; this was just what I had been hoping for.

I turned around to open my suitcase to see what I would wear

But I saw someone had already thought of that

On the blue bed was a black gown and beside it was a diamond necklace.

The necklace was simple with a single flat diamond in the middle in the shape of a curved heart.

The dress was fancier

It had a low neckline, put still much higher then what Gabrielle would have chosen me if she was here.

But she wasn't

It went to about mid calf and wrapped around the front while going higher on the left side, it attach the extra cloth at a simple round diamond at the knee.

About half an hour before I started to get ready.

I washed my hair, and shaved my legs. The dress showed some leg after all.

Then I did my hair. I put it in an elegant sideways bun at the nape of my neck, and let my bangs fall across my forehead.

Then I put on the dress. A perfect fit.

I should have expected no less of him.

Lastly I put on the necklace. It fell directly at the hollow of my neck.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I stifled a gasp.

I was … pretty.

Nowhere near as pretty as Gabrielle.

But I could still hold my head proudly. I was still a girl.

And judging by Hamish, Angus, and Simon's reactions, I had some pretty nice girl material.

After I went down the steps of the Grand Staircase, to the entrance hall.

I headed to the main dining room, but was cut short by Marcus, with a 'This way, Miss'.

He was pointing to a side door, where I had no hiding what it contained. I shrugged and turned direction, heading toward Marcus.

When I had reached him, he swung open the door, which revealed a small table, holding two candles which provided the only light in the room. The candle light eliminated the table setting. For two.

I gasped.

When I entered the room, I saw that there was one more source of light. The moon shone through a slight opening in the curtain. A bathing in the moonlight, sitting above an old, dark chest was a great-great-grandmother's portrait. Girl Praying to Saint Nicholas. A Monet.

'I thought you might like it there'

I spun around, looking for the owner of the voice. I tried to spot him in the dim candle glow and failed.

Then from the darkest corner, came a figure.

The only person in the world who could make my heart race, just like it was doing at this very instant.

W.W. Hale the Fifth.

Hope you guys like it.

The dress is a based on one I own. So I didn't make it up.

I already have Ch. 2 written but I may not continue if you guys don't like it so PLEASE R/R's