Well, I have given up hope. Don't review because I know you won't. Just take it in like the rest of your day and wait for the next update.

I was about to walk out the door after tea when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned to see James standing behind me. He bowed and I curtsied to him, still embarrassed about what had happened. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. He shuffled on his feet and looked at the floor. He had put his feathered hat on his head and looked absolutely breathtaking. I blushed at my thoughts…I belong to Beckett…I belong to Beckett! But even as I thought the words, I did not believe them.

"May I write to you?" He said abruptly, shattering my thoughts of him.

I stood with my mouth slightly agape. I stumbled over words, shocked at his forward request. "You may…"

It wasn't until I was having dinner with my parents and Beckett when I realized what I had just said. I sat at dinner twirling my food, starring at the candles as my parents talked about this and that.

On the other side of the table, Beckett sat, watching Brenna's every move. She starred blankly at the white candles, twirling her meat as she did. She looked so beautiful from across the table, deep in thought. Her brown hair was swept up perfectly into a curled fashion. He pearl earrings dangled slightly as her head made small movements. Her small hands were graceful at anything she did whether it was flipping a page in a book or playing the piano. Her chest was also something to gawk at. It was not as full as most, but just the rights size for pleasure. Her skin was clear and pale, showing her wealth. Her brown eyes held mysteries he wished he knew. They also told the story of her days. He could have chosen any woman he wanted, but he chose Brenna because she was always lost deep in thought. But that was one of the many reasons her chose her. He loved to see exactly what she was thinking through her emotions. But tonight, he could not decipher her emotions. It was as if a new emotion was taking over her, one she had never felt.

"Brenna, what did you do today?" Her mother asked in a tone that she used whenever she was worried about what her daughter did.

Brenna said nothing…she only starred off.

"Brenna…Brenna?" My mother called to me in my deep thoughts.

I jumped when she called my name again and glanced at everyone. What had they been talking about? What was going on?

"What did you do today?" Her mother looked at her with big annoyed eyes.

"Eh…I went…to the gardens." I answered, lying through my teeth. She hadn't found my note. I was worried that I would be punished later, but judging from the lightness in her emotions, she didn't seem to plan on scolding me.

"That's all you did today, was play in the gardens like a child?" My mother inquired.

"No, I also had tea with a few friends." I wasn't fully lying this time.

Mother gave me the once over and seemed satisfied with this answer. She turned her attention back to father who began to laugh at her remark. Beckett, on the other hand, didn't believe her. She was hiding something…something that would upset her parents. That was odd, because Brenna never lied to her parents, never disobeyed them, and never did something that she wasn't told to do. This was another reason why he had chosen her, she never disobeyed which meant she would follow Beckett anywhere in anyway he pleased.

Beckett rubbed his index finger on the side of the wine glass watching Brenna. He watched her eyes cloud with sadness as she thought of something. A small tear had gathered at her right eye, but she held it in like she was taught. He wondered why she was so unhappy. He had given her everything he could, yet she was unhappy. The ring on her finger glistened as she took a sip of wine. Well, it wasn't more of a sip as much as she downed the glass, obviously trying to hide the pain of something. Beckett chuckled at Brenna and the trick she pulled. He soon forgot about what had made her sad and began to wish she could sit on his lap and he caress her neck with passion…