Obviously, the first part is from "The Help" so I don't own that part or GWTW. Enjoy! And review so I can know what you think of this so far.

"All are kind. All are smart. All are important..Repeat after me, angel cake."

Nana brushed carefully on each curl with the comb.

"All are kind. All are smart. All are important. Why do I have to repeat that?"

"Because it's important to remember what everyone is like, child."

"How will I remember that?"

"Oh you will."

"What if I can't?"

"Well then..Hmmm...How about this?" She unclipped the chain of her necklace and tried it around my neck. "Do you like it?"

With both my fingers, I touched the amulet that hung on its chain. Even by one simple touch, I knew right away that it's the silver penchant necklace her sister gave her on the day she moved away from Britain. At first, I would always admire that necklace and compliment it endlessly every time I look at it. The golden penchant never bore my eyes or ever left my desire that never seem to tirelessly give up on it - its fine simplicity of an endless pattern of carved looking diamonds on both side of the circular flat object, she knew how much I loved it. But I never expected for her to give it up for me.

I turned around to face her. She smiled widely, the same wrinkles folding on both her smooth powdered cheeks. "Nana, but this belongs to you."

"What's the use of a toothless old goat like me to wear something like that anymore? Since you're young and vibrant still, you wear it. It goes just perfectly with your fine hair."

"Nana."

Her hands touched both my cheeks and her honey brown eyes looked straight at my eyes. "Keep it, angel cake. And never forget these words. All is kind. All is smart. All is important."

I nodded. "All is kind. All is smart. And all is important."

"That's right, angel cake. That's right. Now don't you ever forget that. That necklace you wear around my neck will help you remember what I just told you. Promise me to remember that?"

"I promise, Nana. I promise."

"Katie! Katie, wake up! Katie!" Sean shook Katie awake.

Katie turned her head side to side before opening her eyes. Her thoughtless mouth released the last words she can remember from the dream. "I love you, Nana...Nana.."

Sean sighed and embraced her in his arms. With his gentle charcoaled hand, he smoothed her hair and whispered to her in comfort that it all was a dream. "I'm here, Kate. I'm here. Hush now..."

Katie opened her eyes and when she lifted her head to see his face, she melted with his warm embrace with a saddening expression. "I saw her again."

"I know. You always dream of her."

"...I can't help it. I can't stop dreaming of her. But every time I tell I love her, she disappears and I wake up. The last thing I ever see is her smile. That smile I never seen for so long..Oh Sean. Sean I miss her."

"She's still with us, Kate. Dead or not, she's still looking up for us."

The two remained in each other's embrace until Katie put on her secret mask back on again, not wanting anymore of Sean's concern for her yearning heart to see that sweet woman again, aware that the pain can only go away if she just try to let her go.

"I have to go to work, Sean. And you should too. Master Boland is need of your service at the art studio."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Like you said, it was just a dream..My usual dream. I'm fine. Really. The last thing I could ever worry about is a dream other than the job I must attend to before I'm too late."

Sean dropped his arms from her small body as she jumped out of bed. The shack the couple lived in is not at all big or hardly have any other rooms other than just a wide open space. Practically everything is stored in one place: the small black stove is planted in the center that's connected with a pipe that goes all the way up on the chimney, the bed in the center in front of the only large glass window, and a clothes line hung almost all the clothes that Katie washed herself.

Katie ducked her head as she went through the line of clothes. After a short search, she found the clothes she was looking for, her black petticoat and old stockings. She slipped off her nightgown over her head and tossed it and the clothes line caught it, letting it lie lifelessly on the thin wire. She slipped the frustrating stockings on first, trying her best not to fight with it for it is close to tearing into shreds. Then, she jumped into her petticoat and lifted it up to her waist. When she buttoned the back of it Sean approached her from behind and handed her white knitted sweater. All her clothes are growing old, and some belonged to her beloved Nana, so she spends the evenings and dawns knitting sweaters and socks for the cold, both because the price of yarn was affordable and the shack is just too cold that the stove can't do much to warm the place.

She slipped her arms through the sleeves and slipped the middle hole through with her head. She straightened the sweater and made sure her skin wasn't showing from the inside, which is one of the reasons why she knits her sweaters tightly instead of letting each rows get loose.

Sean wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her closer to his body. Katie craned her neck as Sean pressed a hard kiss on her cheek. He spoke softly in his deep morning voice, his lips touching against her fine white skin. "I have to go draw tonight."

She sighed. "I know...I figured Master Boland won't keep you busy for long...How long will you stay there this time?"

"As long as I need, but I promise I'll return at dawn."

"Sean, must you stay there for tonight? I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm sorry, love. But I must...It's for the money. Remember? Just keep in mind of that."

"The money..Right."

Sean intends to go to many public places to practice his drawing. His only tool to fine art was the charcoal that his master lend him every time he attends to his work in the studio. Most places he goes to are just the crowded stores, the rivers, the random horses parked right outside of somewhere, &c. But the one place where he goes to more constantly to improve his drawings is this place for all gentlemen's entertainment..Of course, this one place is easily known as a bar, in other words that most people like to describe such a place is often called a whorehouse. Other than the intoxicating atmosphere of beautiful young women in tight and exposing clothes and the horrible sight of drunk and merry men, Sean considers such people and unpleasant background as the only tools that helps his mind draw deeper with more effort that he puts on a piece of paper and his busy charcoal.

Katie has been aware of Sean's numerous visits to that place. The first time she found out, she didn't think she could ever trust him again. But Sean was not a man she can easily push away, he is the only one who has kept her spirits alive ever since that tragic day when she was found in the middle of the street, barely alive. Sean begged her for her trust at the time she found out. As much as he hated the thought of losing her, he cannot bear the idea of sacrificing his visits to the bar out of his life, the one place where his art truly comes to life.

It took Katie years to get attached to the idea of Sean's visits there. Chores and her everyday work kept her busy of any visualizing fantasy her mind thought of the possible things Sean is really doing other than just drawing. But although she learned to understand his reasons, she decided to keep an eye on him. Since last year, she received a evening job as a pianist – taught how to play the piano from her darling Nana after four months of her tragic memory loss – and she attends the whorehouse every night.

In those nights when Sean comes in to the bar and settles down for a drink before starting on his work, the two remain in their positions as complete strangers. Sean stays by the bar or goes about the room, looking at every drunk men and all the beautiful prostitutes to capture the right moment to draw it out on paper. Katie remains seated on the piano bench, the piano never leaving her, and her delicate bare fingers never stopping to play its cloud white keys until midnight struck.

The wages of her job as a pianist isn't much, but the money isn't the purpose to her time in that horrible place, it's the only thing she can do to ease her curiosity of Sean's true intentions to be there. For what good is there for a man to say "I love you" or "Trust me, I am never going to leave you" when there are over dozens of women going around the room, just throwing themselves to him to betray his own woman who's waiting for his arrival back home.


~ In the Derby manor, Katie worked as the household maid for years, it was the very first job she could get her hands on after three weeks of her Nana's death. The master of the house was rumored to be a harsh, arrogant and proud wealthy man. Fortunately, he never spoke to his workers as long as he needed to, often times his voice can be heard in almost every room in the house. His wife, however, goes beyond the room daily and enjoys to step outside to enjoy the natural air. The master's age is clearly beyond hers, for she is a well-built Southern woman with the completion of a woman near the age of three-twenty. As for the final member of the family, Master Keith Edwards is the only child from the Derby couple. The fortunate truth of the child being a male rest assured Mrs. Derby's womb to conceive anymore children, however, the unfortunate part that fate was not kind enough to prevent was the son's terrible nature and ego. He is so much like his father, believing so strongly that it is his duty to keep the family fortune safe and later will soon be given to him legally that is worth every penny to make any of his wishes possible.

Katie doesn't mind the family at all, since they hardly spoke to her. The man servant who was mainly in charge was Josef, a strict yet soft hearted black man. Josef checks on all the workers every morning to night, aware that if any mistake is caused in the household, the blame will not just go on the worker but also to himself. Although he has a horrific side in him, he is highly respected to all the workers, especially Katie herself. One of the main things she is relieved to have Josef in the house is because of young Master Derby. Ever since, she caught his attention from the beginning, his strong infatuation toward her blossomed and often times when his parents are not around, he would surprise the poor girl without any warning, or push her against the wall and try to rip open her dress. Josef, of course, came to the rescue at those times and the young master from then on kept close watch for Josef, aware that the servant has the power to inform his father of any of his reckless or disgraceful behavior. Now, Katie has always been the first one to be watched over, Josef doesn't show such sign of love or care, but his actions to be there for others showed his true feelings for them.

It was close to dinner time. Katie mopped the hallway from upstairs, and continued to soak the old mop in the bucket of soapy water couple of times until she was near to the last part of the floor that needed to be clean. Master Derby's voice started again, but his wife's voice joined some kind of amusing conversation. They soon appeared, their arms clutched onto one another and the two of them laughed as they continued with their conversation – the very first conversation they ever had together since this morning. Katie stopped when they were close to walk pass her. She bowed her head low and waited for them to walk by.

Young Keith soon appeared as well. Katie gulped hard and dared not to look up at him, even though the man was glancing at her with appealing eyes. Master Derby stopped for a moment when he heard his son approach him. "Ah, son! You came back so soon from your gator hunt?"

"I left since this morning, but there hasn't been a single gator in sight, father. I'm sorry to disappoint you that I didn't return with any animal nor a fish."

"Nonsense. You can try again next time. Besides, those vicious creatures are not going anywhere, after all. Come now, my boy. Let's have our supper. Mya cooked your favorite tonight."

He came closer and stopped where he was standing until he was just beside Katie. Katie bit her lip hard and can only think desperately for any miracle for Josef to appear and save her from this man. "I will father. But you go on first, I just forgot something in my room. I bought something for mother on my way over here. I am anxious to know what she thinks about it."

Mrs. Derby placed a hand on her chest, looking flattered to receive anything from her own son. "Oh, darling. You shouldn't have?"

"I hope you like it."

"Well, I can't wait to see it. Come right down quickly, darling. Your father and I will wait for you in the dining room."

Master Derby and his wife turned around and headed down the stairway. When they were completely out of sight. Katie started to continue mopping the floor. She kept her eyes in complete focus on the clean floor in silence. As expected, Keith approached her. "Hello, Katie."

Katie did not stop what she was doing. She responded in a quiet voice. "Sir..."

"Finally I have you all to myself. That Josef has been protecting you for far too long...Oh girl, you certainly made my day, I thought the failed hunting trip will disappoint me for the rest of the day, but now I know you're here all alone, my mood is changing completely."

"All thanks to me, sir? For what? Because I keep the house clean? If that's the case, tell me the other places you would like me to clean because I must leave very soon now. All the chores Josef has assigned me to do are finished."

He grabbed the handle of her mop and made her stop. Katie froze and still kept her head low. Keith took her chin with his index fingers and lifted it up to see her face. "I don't have anywhere else for you to clean. But I certainly do have something to show you. Would you like to see it?"

"No, sir. I don't wish to see what you are kindly offering me."

"Well, too bad. I can't take no for an answer."

He released her chin and caught one of her arms. Katie let the mop fall from her grasp as he dragged her away to his bedroom. Her heart pounded loudly up to her ears, aware of the striking danger of ever being alone with this man.

Keith released her arm and faced her with an excited smile curved on his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Katie glanced up at his face with no sign of emotion or any sense of interest. Then with his folded hand, he lifted it just close to her face and opened his folded fingers, a golden chain fell down that hung on his two first fingers; a fine turquoise stone hung as an amulet that has beautiful carvings that's almost the same on her golden penchant. "This is for you. Every time I see you, I always see that necklace of yours around your neck. As beautiful as it seems, it still shows its late age, so when I returned to town from my gator hunt, I stopped by at a store and got my hands on this."

"Isn't that for Mrs. Derby, sir?"

"Oh no. I got something else for her. One of my closest friends is an excellent hunter and gave me a minx fur coat, a lucky animal he caught in his travels. My mother loves anything that shows its fine price and when my friend offered me that for my fiancée, I knew this is the perfect gift for that old woman. So what do you think of this necklace? The owner there told me how this necklace was rarely traded from the Spanish and the color of the amulet is not easy to make here."

"It's very beautiful, sir. I think your fiancée will love it very much."

"My fiancée? Are you death, Katie? I just said that I'm giving this to you as a gift. Why can't you just take it and thank me?"

"It's very kind of you to spend such money for my sake, but I cannot accept any gifts from you, sir. I don't deserve anything from you, all I ever done was clean around here, after all."

"Again, I said I'm giving this to you as a gift. Take it."

"No, sir. Surely, if Master Derby sees that as my possession, he'll be furious to find out that it was given from you. I don't want such conflict to arise, sir. Certainly not involving you, especially."

"Now Katie, do you want me to fall down on my knees for you to accept this, or what? Just take it."

"No, sir. I will not take it."

"Katie."

"Sir, the master and the mistress is waiting for you downstairs. You should go before they call for someone here to call up for you."

"Not until you receive this necklace."

"I cannot. And I will not, sir. Again, I thank you for the offer, but I decline to accept such a gift. Now without further or due, I must go back to cleaning if I want to leave on time."

She turned around to leave, but Keith caught her arm and turned her to face him again. Fury and rage poisoned the man, the reaction that most people like Katie have experience before. "I said take the necklace."

"But sir..."

"If my father suspects it, just tell him it was for me. Understand?"

"Sir, I don't want to cause any trouble."

"You won't cause any trouble at all, not while I'm around. Remember, my dearest Katie? I'm the future to inherit this plantation along with this house. Everything will be mine until my old man soon goes to his grave. Don't fear my father, beautiful. I'll protect you. Alright? Now take this." He released her arm and secured the necklace around her neck. Katie flinched a little by his closeness but remained calm, reminding herself that all will end very soon.

When he took a step back, he took a closer examination on how the necklace looked on her. He smiled at how well the color went with her fair skin and her beautiful emerald eyes. "There. It looks perfect on you."

"...Thank you, sir."

"Well, I'm glad I got that off my chest. I should go now, I hope to see you again, Katie." He grabbed the minx fur coat that was laid on the front side of the bed. Before he headed straight to the door, he stopped to give her a kiss but she turned her cheek to dodge it, he chuckled at her refusal and gave her a hard slap on the buttocks. When he was gone, Katie instantly grabbed the amulet of the necklace and snapped it off her neck. She slipped it in the pocket of her petticoat.

"That might give me some more money if I sell it in time...Maybe I can afford more food with the money."

~ Katie arrived to the bar when the hour struck to seven. When she entered the place it was already full of drunken men and women throwing themselves to them. Sean was nowhere in sight. To get through the uncomfortable crowd, she walked passed by the far end of the walls and went upstairs to a restricted room where men were not allowed in. She opened the door and a gush of smoke blew straight across her. Girls jumped into one dress after the other, powdering their faces and rubbing their cheeks bright with rouge, while the others were drinking and smoking heavily on thin white cigarettes.

Although, Katie is just a pianist in the bar, the dress code for all employees in the bar is prohibited to wear anything that can draw away the customer's attention. Even though, her job was to try to drown the loud chatter and screams by playing the distracting music with the piano, she is still ordered to wear something revealing and clearly never near to anything appropriate or covered. Behind an empty screen in front of two women sharing a bottle of whiskey, she grabbed a random dress from the floor and change her clothes out of it to change into it.

Katie has always hated wearing corsets, she always wore them when Nana was alive, but ever since her death, her main focus to labor caused her to forget about wearing those deadly tight things on her bosoms ever again, which is the result to her usual attire of wearing comfortable petticoats and loose sweaters. The dress she picked up was not even a dress really, the bodice is cut to a deep v in the center and the skirt is cut in a thigh length high in the front; the back hanging down to her feet in ruffles like the back end of a duck's tail. She slipped it on anyway and managed to secure the back on her own. She folded her clothes neatly and placed it on the floor on the far side of the wall next to the screen.

Half the girls soon got out of the room, taking their liquor and lighted cigarettes with them. Before Katie stepped outside as well, she stopped at one of the rear view mirrors to take a look at herself.

"I look nothing but a disgraceful naughty girl..

To do the final touches, she pulled out the hair pin that held her long curled hair in a bun. Her hair fell down to her shoulders and she gathered them together and let them fall freely on her back. Without bothering to add any colors to her cheeks, she fluffed her hair a little and finally stepped outside of the suffocating room.


~ Rhett just returned from Charleston that evening. He has been living there ever since Scarlett's disappearance, and lived quite well on his own in his home town. For years he considered her good as gone, but his feelings for her never disappeared regardless of the freedom he had from his confusing feelings for that spoiled woman.

How could the man ever forget that woman anyway? Dead or not, he can just almost hear her going on with her terrible temper and her usual lines she can never stop to use "fiddle-ee-dee" and "ball on fire". Oh the most memorable memory that can never be forgotten about is that fine green dress she wore back in the Twelve Oak barbeque, that gorgeous Scarlett could never look any better no matter what she wears..Rhett always agreed to that. And he still did even when he saw the piece of fabric of her dress left in the riverbank that unfortunate day of her disappearance, the only evidence of her existence, fate was too unfair to not be kind enough to at least leave her body in that exact spot so she can be properly buried next to her dear parents.

After checking into a hotel room, Rhett stepped outside to visit Belle since the night was still too young to retire to bed. He got on his horse and rode all the way to her bar.

When he arrived, he halted the horse and tied it down somewhere near the bar. He removed his hat and walked inside the fogged up place. Everything was where it was just as he remembered, tables laid out with cards and half empty glasses of ale, drunken man laughing and throwing their arms around the shoulders of prostitutes, and the bar tenders trying to stop some men from over drinking.

Rhett went straight to the room where it was restricted only for the employees. When he went inside, all the women screamed in excitement when Rhett walked quickly passed them, excusing himself to each of them with a tip of his hat. At last after going through another two set of women who painted their faces heavily with flour-like powder, he approached the single door to Belle's private room. He opened it and entered. But the woman resting on the sofa was not his old girl, but a young looking French woman who looked just three years younger than Belle.

The woman stood up and turned around to face Rhett. Rhett removed his hat and placed it over his chest. "I'm sorry, madam. I didn't mean to alarm you. I thought my friend Belle might be here, I'm guessing she hired you as her replacement for now."

"Thatz ight, mistar. Who 're you?"

"I'm Rhett Butler, madam. I'm a friend of Belle, so I assure you there is no need to call for someone to escort me out."

"Oh..Well, I'm Madame Marie Rosalyn de Bourgh. Mizz Belle es my friend too. We met in France 'hree years ago. She tell me that she needs to leave 'ew Orleans and needs me to watch over here from time bein'. I tell her I 'ould, but temporarily, of course."

"What a fine title you have, Miss de Bourgh? Were you born in France?"

"Oh yes, Mizter Butler. Born and bred all mi life. You 'ould love France. So beautiful and full of life."

"I see."

"I so sorry Belle isn't here. Why 'on't you stay here? Yes you should. Get a drink. Relax with thee gurls. They all very snobby, but very pretty. Go on. Enjoy 'orself."

"I will thank you It was a pleasure to meet you, Misss de Bourgh."

"It was a pleasure to meet you too, sir. Goodbyee. And come by any time, Belle will come back soon. Very very soon."

"I'll keep that in mind. Buonanotte. (Goodnight.)"

After another experience of running straight across the amused women, Rhett finally got out of the room and went straight to the bar stand. He took a seat on an empty stool and snapped his fingers to get the bar tender's attention.

The bar tender approached him, wiping a beer glass with a towel. "What can I get you, sir?"

"Scotch. The oldest one you got."

"Right away, sir."

The bar tender placed the glass down on the stand and bend down to pick up the bottle of brandy. While the bar tender was looking for a glass to pour his drink, Rhett took in a soothing moment to the music that's coming from the pianist. He turned around to find the player until he caught the black dusty piano in the center of the room. He kept his eye straight on the pianist, a slender woman facing from the back and playing the piano non-stop in silence.

The bar tender placed Rhett's glass in front of him. "There you are, sir."

"Thanks..Hey, since when did Belle hire a pianist?"

"She didn't. Miss de Bourgh did "

He faced back to his proper position and took a sip of his glass. "Tell me, how long has Belle been gone?"

"She first started to leave the bar a year ago. She comes back sometimes, but she always leaves again, leaving Miss de Bourgh to take over."

"For a year? Do you know where she is?"

"I don't know, sir. No one knows actually. Possibly, Miss de Bourgh, but other than her, I don't know anyone else who knows her whereabouts."

"When were you hired, sunny boy? You don't look like a southerner to me one bit."

"Well, I'm not, sir. I too was hired a year ago from Miss De Bourgh herself."

"Ha! That French woman dare hire a Yankee like you. How many other Yankees did she hire?"

"Another employee who cleans the piano and the used glasses."

Rhett pointed to the pianist over his shoulder. "Is that her?"

"No, sir. That's Katie, our evening musician."

"Evening musician? Huh. She's not half bad. Hiring her is definitely an exception. No offense, kid."

The bar tender shook his head. "None taken, sir. Would you like anything else?"

"No. No, kid. I'm fine. But a quick advice for you, try to keep cover from other southern gentlemen like me. Being a Yankee around here is not easy, just be careful."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir."

The piano stopped playing. And Rhett was taken back when a woman suddenly appeared right beside him. She slapped a few coins on the bar stand and called for the bar tender's attention. "Hey, Johnny! Give me some wine would you, and make it red."

Johnny picked a wine glass and a wine bottle with one hand. He placed the glass down and popped open the bottle. "How much do you need?"

"Enough to help me stay awake."

Johnny poured the wine and filled the cup almost completely. "It's Sean again, isn't it?"

Katie shook her head and in an irritating manner, she pressed her hand on her forehead and let it rest there. "I don't want to talk about it."

"He's been here from the pass two hours. Isn't that enough time for him to talk to the girls here?"

"Sean. Please...It's hard enough to talk to you about him other than just watching him. Alright?"

"Fine. Drink plenty of this. Everything will be on me if you need anymore." He pushed the wine glass in front of her and started to wipe the other wet beer glasses.

Katie gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Johnny. You're the best." She lifted the glass up to her lips and took a careful sip of it.

Rhett sat there still, looking straight at his glass while listening to this conversation. It feels like a sudden dream for him. The voice..The familiar sighs..It all adds to Scarlett...Rhett shook his head from the thought, amused by his odd thinking of that dead woman.

Katie took another sip of her wine and placed it down. But suddenly, Rhett accidently knocked over the glass when he shrugged the sleeves of his coat off. Katie gasped and quickly picked the almost empty wine glass up. Rhett took out his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and wiped the mess he made. "I'm terribly sorry, miss."

"It's alright, sir. It's no trouble."

Rhett cursed under his breath when he spotted a red stain on the skirt of her dress. He lifted his head to meet to eye to eye with the woman. "I really do apolog– "

Katie assured him again and jumped off the stool. She wiped the last bit of the wine with Rhett's handkerchief and called for Johnny to clean up the rest. She faced Rhett again to excuse herself, not realizing his astonished expression.

Rhett caught her arm and pulled her back. Katie looked at the man, startled by his action of just grabbing her like this. "There is no need to apologize really, sir. It was just an accident."

"Scarlett? You're alive...I can't believe you've been alive all this time. Is this your way of hiding from me, you cold hearted bitch? Really?"

Katie flushed into anger by this odd harsh response and yanked his grasp off her arm. "How dare you speak to me that way, sir? Is this the way you speak to all the women you randomly meet out of the blue? Hmgh."

But Rhett caught her arm again. He's confused why she is behaving this way. Endless thoughts rushed in his mind that answers her strange behavior: Has she been hiding herself?, Is she unwell?, Have she forgotten the life she always lived in?

Katie firmly said to the man in a harsh tone. "Unhand me, sir. I am not a worker here like all the others, I only play the music, not make it with my voice while being with another man."

"Y-You don't know who I am?"

"Well, of course, I don't. I never met you in my entire life."

Rhett knows fully well of Scarlett's poor tongue of lying, but the woman in front of him now doesn't seem clear if she is telling the truth or not...This anger is so familiar – aside from all the fights Rhett had been through with Scarlett – this emotion she is showing now though is just a reasonable anger..A truthful anger that the woman he always known and unfortunately, loved has no idea who he is.

Sean soon came to Katie's rescue and pushed Rhett aside. Rhett was just paralyzed in complete shock. He was puzzled when Katie curled closer to the man, trusting his protection.

"Don't you ever touch my wife again, you filthy bastard." Sean warned.

Sean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and the two left the bar together. Leaving Rhett with complete confusion.

Wife? Did he really say wife? Scarlett is married…Ha! She hardly even knows the true meaning of the word. What has really happened to that woman? She clearly didn't remember me when she saw me. If she did, then she would be willing to get out of this life of actually working her way to live...But..Oh God just the way she touched him though..Huh. From all the years I known her, she never once touched anyone like that ever before, the great fear that crossed her face was just unlike her either. Scarlett O'Hara was a fighter, not exactly a damsel distress. She's not strong physically, but her weapon is her harsh attitude, when I caught her arm and held her back, she didn't attack me with all her eager angry words or use her fists to strike me...I need to find her. I need to find Scarlett now. So far she remembers her first name as Katie, but besides the troubles she had caused in the past, I will not allow that brain of hers to ever forget me. The time she saw me in that party...The time we met at the wrong time face to face for the first time when she was alone with Ashley in a room...The time I kissed her for the first time and she rejected me completely with her flaming anger. Now that memory I most definitely cannot allow her to forget. Because if her memory remains empty of the whole past, how can I ever succeed to be with her and make her officially as mine.