Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Shayla. She has long, flowing, black hair that reached her waist, and bright blue eyes. She is on the taller side, roughly about 5'9" and slim. She is sixteen years old, but in the grade below what she was originally in because she was sick in her first year.

Personality wise, she is smart, witty, sarcastic, and sometimes shy. Unfortunately she has a bad case of Bipolar Disorder. She can be as sweet as sunshine one minute, and then can be as mean as the devil himself the next.

Her hobbies include skiing in the mountains of France, Swimming in the Mediterranean Sea, reading, and writing poems.

She lives in England, but has extended noble family in Nice, France. And oh is she in for a surprise today during dinner.

Shayla's P.O.V.

When I'm walking through the main hall to go to dinner, the door was knocked on. "I would answer the door, but I am already in my night clothes," I muttered aloud. "James!"

"Right behind you, miss, "he replies, practically appearing out of no where.

"Do you have my robe?" I ask since I was only in black shorts and a white sleeveless top.

"Yes, ma'am." He held out the sapphire colored robe and helped me put it on.

"Thank you." I turn to the door, wondering who would be coming to our house at dinner. My parents hadn't mentioned anything about a visitor.

"You're welcome, miss."

I open the door to find a handsome man in his early twenties, with dark brown hair, and stubble on his face. He is quite tall about half a foot taller than me, with a top hat adorning his head. He smiles, and does his smile just pull you in. "Hello, I'm sorry if I am interrupting something, but may I speak with Master Alma and Mistress Elanore?"

"Yes, hold on please. James, Fetch my parents," I order, giving a curt nod.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Are you Miss Shayla?" the unknown man asks, gliding in from the outside, and smoothly closing the door.

I turn back to him slowly, questions burning in my brain. I cock my head to the side. "Yes, what is your name?" I inquire, my gaze narrowing.

"I'm the Earl Adam, or you can just call me Adam," Adam responded, bowing slightly.

"Oh. Hello," I say coldly, not knowing what else to say. I cross my arms over my chest, thinking of all the reasons this man, this EARL could be visiting us at this time of the day.

Adam was quite surprised at my attitude, but ignored it. "How are you today, Miss Shayla?" he inquires trying to get a conversation started.

"Fine." I start tapping my foot, trying to calm myself, waiting for my parents to come. I see them round the corner and I straighten up. "Finally," I mentally sigh.

"Hello, I am Alma Wyre, and this is Elanore. You must be the Earl Adam?"

"Yes, yes. How do you both do?" he questions, bowing to them. He's so polite, how quaint.

"Very well, thank you. You seem to have met our daughter. I apologize if she was curt to you. She hasn't taken her medicine today," my dad out rightly said, motioning to me.

I glare daggers at him. "Dad! Ugh you're so rude!" I stomp up the stairs to get changed and to take my medicine with James following me.

I took my medicine and changed into a nice, to the knee, powder blue dress, with ¾ length sleeves. James was behind the changing curtain and he queries, "Ma'am, do you think you'll be alright for dinner tonight?"

"I should be fine, thank you for asking, James," I reply to the older man.

"No problem, Ma'am." I slip on black flats and start my decent downstairs.

Once I reached the dining room where we are going to have dinner, I saw Adam in MY SPOT. "Father, why is the Earl in MY spot?" I ask my father.

"Shayla, we have something to tell you. Please, sit," he begs of me. I saw the pleading and guilt in his eyes.

I sit down next to my mother, placing my hands folded upon the table. "What is it?"

"The Earl here is your fiancé," says mother, she couldn't look at me.

My jaw drops, disbelief floating through my eyes. "What" I say softly.

"He is-," my mother tries again, but I swiftly cut her off.

"I heard that mother, but why?"

"Our family in France set it up. They thought that he would be a good match for you," replied my father, giving a slight nod to the Earl who was smiling softly at me.

After a few minutes of thinking I finally said, "Okay."

He seems to let out a breath that he was holding. "Excellent! I can't wait to learn more about you, Shayla, darling," cheers Adam.

"Yeah…" I sigh out. I look out the window to see two doves sitting in the tree.

"Dinner is served," Henry states, with a bow.

After dinner, we sat in the sitting room. I found out some things that the Earl and I have in common. We both love singing, the piano and cello, swimming, and we both enjoy fine wines.

After the Earl left, I went to play on the piano, and orchestrated a soft, simple melody.

All of a sudden, I felt someone watching me. I turned around sharply, stopping my playing. I didn't see anyone.

All of a sudden I felt painstakingly tired. I went up to bed and fell asleep.

A/N: Ok, Ok, I know you all were probably expecting a real chapter, but you got a rewrite instead. This story needs it so bad, I am so ashamed to leave it be. This chapter is not re-written too much, but the others will be. I couldn't figure out how else to do it honestly. I am working on the other chapters right now, so please be patient.