This is my first fanfic...please review!! Tell me whether you like it and I should continue. This is sort of like a diary of Gemmas. And I'll prob have a journal for Kartik...cause a diary is too pansy for a guy...Enjoy!
It is quiet different living in London full time. The time spent with Grandmamma and Tom is, to say the least, hardly bearable. Although, since Father has been well, it is like having the old him back. I can hardly complain. Father rehired Kartik, and knowing that he's back gives me a nervous feeling. It had hardly left my mind that Kartik had lied about his second task. Just the thought sends shivers down my spine. I can hardly stop wondering why he left the Rakshana. Was it because he realized the evil of his so called brothers, or was it because of me? I suppose I will never know. My courage around him has not yet been reestablished. I have not even been to visit him while he has been here.
I also thought of the utter torment of being in the same city as Simon Middleton. Because my season is coming up, it would be on my lucky stars that I never see him.
I wish greatly I could visit Ann and Felicity. Tonight at dinner, Grandmamma seemed very skeptical about my season.
"Do I wish that the perfect rich handsome man will come for you Gemma? Of course I do, but I do not thing you will find someone as perfect as Mr. Middleton.
At this I rolled my eyes. Sure Grandmamma, I will never find anyone so perfect. Why must you be so overdramatic? I thought
"And what is Miss Worthington up too?" She asked. At this, I saw Tom sit up a bit straighter, which made my stomach turn.
"I am not sure. I was wondering if I may call on her this week." I asked Grandmamma
She nodded, "That will be alright. You two could go shopping for gowns for the Masquerade Ball. You will need in escort to go with you."
"I'll escort them Grandmamma." Nearly chocking on my soup, I looked, wide-eyed at Tom. He seemed sincere, which gave me a strange feeling.
Trying to protest, I said "Oh but Tom. I'm quite sure that Mrs. Worthington will want her maid Franny to accompany us…" But no matter how many times I objected it was in vain
"It will be an honor. Plus, you two will want a gentleman option, will you not?"
Sighing, I nodded, and continued to finish my dinner. I then excused myself from the table, complaining of a headache.
As I walked to my room, I tried to analyze Tom's eagerness to come shopping with two young girls. I could only think that he fancied Felicity, which made me feel like I was going to be sick.
"Oh, what nonsense! That's completely ridicules." I muttered to myself. Or, was it? Of course it was. But it could be possible, or could it be? I was confusing myself. Walking into my room, I kicked my bed, sending pain up my leg. Then, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a folded piece of paper on my pillow. I reached for it and saw Kartik's familiar handwriting.
Miss Doyle
Please meet me at the stables
Kartik
His formality frightened me. Still, I hid the piece of paper, wrote my calling card to Felicity until I heard the last door close.
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