I'm happy that you liked this and wanted me to write more. To tell you the truth, I like it too and I really like to write this story. It's new for me to write about Victorian romance and I've been doing some research and really learned a lot about Victorian time. Btw I did NOT write the poems in the beginning, I also don't own the shugo chara characters but that goes without saying. Please enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 2

Smiling girls, rosy boys,

Hasten, buy my little toys.

Here are babiess ripe for play;

Pipes to warble care away;

Houses to be shifted hence;

And trunks to fill with weekly pence;

And plumed horses all a-row;

Was ever seen so fair a shew?

The crispy night air flew through the open window, making the creamy white curtains hover in midair. The cold gave Amu goosebumps but at the same time a nice clear feeling. Amu inked a pen and began writing in her dairy.

Dear Diary October 12 18xx

It is me again. I just do not know what to do. My parents have arranged a marriage for me. They said that if I do not approve of this the I do not have to become his wife. But how can I not approve and disappoint my parents? They were filled of joy when they informed me about this. I told them that I would first meet my future husband and then make my decision. The one thing that still has not left my mind is Ikutos behavior when he heard of this. He did not do anything. He was still a perfect gentleman. But I got a different feeling from him, he almost seemed distant. Before nightfall he returned home. My parents seemed to believe that everything was normal, but not me. His eyes told me something, I wonder what? Perhaps I could ask him tomorrow after dawn.

Once Amu had lifted some weight of shoulders, she decided to try and get some sleep. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, her eyes flicked open. Something was keeping her up for half the night and Amu decided to do something about it. She quickly got out of bed and tied a white silk robe ever her snow colored nightgown, then lit a candle and quietly sneaked downstairs. She successfully made it outside without being noticed and rode a carriage to the source of her sleep problem.

They stopped in front of a antique looking house and Amu walked up to the front door with the burning candle still in her hand, and gave the wooden door a slight knock. When there was no answer, the knocks became louder until someone finally opened.

"Amu?" Ikuto rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to make sure hat his mind was not playing tricks on him.

"I could not sleep and I think I know why." Amu told him.

Ikuto was not sure if this was real, or if it was all a dream. Either way, he let her inside, away from the freezing cold that hides in the night. Amu placed the candle on a small table by the window and took a seat on the couch.

"Forgive me if I am not fully awake. But I do not understand why you are here." Ikuto said as he sat down beside Amu.

"How do you feel about me getting married?" Amu asked. She got the feeling earlier that he was not completely thrilled about it.

Ikutos eyebrow twitched from irritation at her question. "You come to my house on the moddle of the night to ask me that?"

"Forgive me. I was not thinking. I promise I will not bother you again." Amu apologized as she got up and went out the front door, leaving her candle to lit up his room while he himself was full av darkness and regret.

The next morning

The maid tiptoed in Amus room and opened up the curtains so that the fresh morning sunlight hit down on Amus face. She ground as she got out of bed, ready for a new day.

After Amu got dressed, she went to meet up with her parents in the dining room for breakfast. The maids brought her the usual thing, fruit.

For some reason Amu did not have the lust eat this morning. "Mother, father, may I be excused?"

Both parents looked at her questionably.

"But you have not even touched your breakfast yet." Midori said.

"I am not hungry today." Amu said and left them to eat in peace. After awhile her mother came out to her in the garden where Amu was reading a book. Apparently a gift was waiting for Amu in her room.

On her bed was a random wrapped package. Inside was a beautiful Cinderella like dress which she was supposed to wear to the formal this evening. It truly was a beautiful and wearing this dress was probably the only reason she was attending the formal. Any girl should be happy about meeting her future husband, so why was not Amu?

Knock, knock

Amu took a look at herself in the full size mirror after putting on her dress, with the maids help of course. Amu was completely lost in her own reflection. The dress looked perfect on her. It was a dim rosy pink and white color, it was sitting a little tight on her upper body and down to her elbows. Beneath her elbows and waist it was more free, if that's the right word. She blushed a light shade of red when she looked down at her chest. The tightness was bringing up her breast and showing some cleavage, but not to much. Her hair was tied up in a classic style with some locks falling down on her shoulders and she was wearing a pair of white cloves that matched her dress. Any man would fall in love with her at first sight.

Knock, knock

This time Amu was distracted from her thoughts and hurried to answer the door.

"Yes?" she wondered what the maid wanted.

"Your parents are waiting for you downstairs, miss." The maid said when excused herself. Amu took one last look at herself in the mirror before going downstairs and meeting her parents. After a few compliments, all of them went into a carriage that drove them to the formal.

At the formal

Amu always enjoyed how these kind of events put such happy smiles on their faces, if inly it would do the same thing for her. She used to enjoy these events too once a upon a time, but they have become so ordinary. Amu felt like there is nothing new in her life, and most of her life is planed by others. One of these many men in this very room holds her future, but is it the future that Amu wants?

Many men have wanted to have a word with Amu and the only way of doing that is through her parents, but they only told them one thing, Her hand is already taken.

After what seemed like forever to Amu, her parents approached her with a fire looking standing next to them.

"Amu, we would like you to meet Tadase Hotori. He has been chosen to be your fiancé. " Midori said with a blond man standing next to her.

"If you wish." Tadase bowed with one hand over his chest, then offered out his hand. "May I have a dance?"

Amu let herself be led out to the center of the room and began to waltz. She noticed the look on her parents faces, such a loving expression like they watched two angels dance in heaven. She believed that marriage this man would make everyone happy, and she believed that this an could make her happy.

The evening past by fast with Tadase by Amus side. It was almost midnight and everyone decided that it was time to ride back home. Tadase, being the gentleman he is escorted Amu to her carriage but did not lend her a hand to get inside like Ikuto always did.

"Ikuto..." Amu accidentally said out loud.

"Who?" Tadase wondered.

Amus face lit on fire. "N-No one I-I should be going home."

Tadase frowned as the horses road away with the carriage. He could not believe that the love of his life said someone else's name, but it was not just any name. The name belonged to another man.

As the Hinamoris road up to their house, they saw someone sitting by the front gate.

"Ikuto." Amu whispered as she pressed her face against the window on the side of the carriage. She told them to stop so that she could get out and speak with him. While Amu was doing that, her parents road up to the front of their house.

"Why are you here?" Amu asked him, but still kept some distance between them. She still remembered their last encounter.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier." Ikuto said as he stood up from his sitting position.

"No, there is no need. I am the one who should apologize. I had no right to bother you at that hour." Amu apologized.

"Did you meet your fiancé? How was he?" Ikuto suddenly asked in an indifferent way.

"Yes, his name is Tadase Hotori. He is a fine young man. I am really lucky." Amu avoided eye contact during the entire time she spoke.

"Yes, you really are. I with you sweet dreams." Ikuto bowed and began walking back home, but was stopped when Amu took him by the arm. She had nothing to say but did not want him to leave. Suddenly he spoke ti her before leaving.

"I do not mind if you bother me a little while longer."

To be continued...

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