Hello readers!

I had not intended to post this chapter yet, but I feel it important to address something brought to my attention. The title of my story; it is in the state of flux. I do not want to confuse it with the story 'The Lady' by another fanfic author. So I changed it to "Cathrine Scarlett" however I feel that I will change it again as soon as I can land on what I want to change it to. Sorry for the confusion.

As for the similarities in the story, that is random, and the story will not be like the other story 'the lady'. There are only surface similarities and that is it. I mean honestly, you are bound to run into some of the same things when you have lots of people writing about the same person with the same background.

Thanks for reading, and keep reviewing.

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Scarlett had enjoyed a private dinner with her grandfather in the dining room; they ate mostly without conversation. After he finished eating, he excused himself and went back to his room. Scarlett walked through the house with a different feeling now. This was now her house. She had a different type of interest in it now. She was to make sure everything ran smoothly. She was to accept guests; she was now the lady of the house.

As she walked though, she went upstairs to the fifth door on the left...her room. She entered the room that she had been only occupying for the past few weeks with a sense of well being. For the first time she appreciated her surroundings. She noticed the vault in the ceiling was off centered which added to the depth of the angel scene. Then she saw the angel she favored the most. Recalling how different she had felt since the last time she gazed up at that little fat baby. Now, though still devastated about Rhett, she wasn't as misplaced as she was earlier that day...

She approached the desk, sat down and took out her journal.

Dear Diary,

Today was the day that I agreed to take care of my grandfather. I am not exactly sure what I've gotten myself into...

Yes, he is grouchy and can be very unpleasant. Like the night of his birthday dinner. I never dreamed anyone could be so ungracious. That being the case, he does have a gentle side. He must have, for my grandmother to have come to love him so... Sometimes I can see something, reminiscent of affection, perhaps affection that used to be there a long time ago...

In truth, I am not certain why I accepted his offer. I think maybe because he is so alone here, and he has no one. Maybe I said yes because I feel so guilty about Mother...and Melly...and Mammy...and Bonnie...and Rhett...

Maybe I can make atonement. Whatever the case, this shall afford me the opportunity to get to know him better. Perhaps we can even be friends, after all we are family...I suppose the least I can do for all the wrong I have done is to make his last few years pleasant...

Scarlett put her journal back into the heavy mahogany drawer and pulled out her grandmother's journal. She looked at the brown pages with the very beautifully neat cursive and imagined what this magnificent woman who wrote these words would have been feeling...

How am I to proceed this way? I am Solange! I am not the type to ever put up with this treatment! I know he did not mean to hurt me, and I know he was only trying to make me understand... I suppose it was my own fault. I should not have provoked him. Maybe I will go to him and see if he is feeling better now, maybe I can apologize. ...

First I should however, put on a shawl to cover up these marks, mother would be furious...

Scarlett put down the book in horror! Someone abused her grandmother!! How could this be possible? Who would ever do such a thing! She guessed it was her father. There was not enough description to tell though...

What a horrid parent Scarlett thought to herself. How could anyone treat their own family that way?? Scarlet thought back to the time that she struck her sister when they were working in the field in the hot summer sun at Tara... I wasn't really abusive that way though. She was speaking against Tara and against Pa and Ma...Mother... Mother... What would mother think now, to know that I willingly decided to take care of her father. Would she be proud of me? Would she think me foolish? Or would she think me loving and kind like she was? I hope she would think of me as kind. I have to believe that she would understand, and be proud of me.

Scarlett sighed and put her grandmother's journal away. She walked around the room for a few minutes before heading to bed. Tomorrow she was planning on practicing french with grandpére. She was sure that her mother would think of her as elegant for learning such a refined language...

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Rhett stood on the terrace outside of his room finishing watching the embers on the end of his cigar as they turned into ash and fell. It was a peaceful evening in Charleston as the sun set on the city he loved so dearly but at the same time he was not so sure about. He saw from his balcony his mother and the other ladies from the Confederate Home Society, including Anne. They walked together toward the house on the brick sidewalk chit chatting among themselves about the improvements being made, and about how generous Rhett was for contributing to the society.

"You know Eleanor" began Sally, "it is only because of your wonderful son that we will be able to have a place for so many more children."

"I know, he really is something, isn't he?" agreed Eleanor about her beloved son.

"He really is" agreed Anne.

"It is a shame that his wife left him..." said Sally bluntly.

"I know. I do not know why she left or where she went off to, or how she was able to get a divorce..." Eleanor said realizing she pinned it on Scarlett for getting the divorce, knowing full well that she would not be able to, but someone like her son would be able to pull the right strings to do such a thing. However not wanting that knowledge out, she figured it would be better to pin it on her, instead of possibly diminishing her son in the eyes of her friends, when he was working so hard to get their approval.

Rhett stood up on the balcony and smiled just a little at the sound of the lie that just slipped passed the lips of his dear mother.

"She divorced him!" said Susan one of the newest members to the quaint little group.

"She surely did. Now she is off to god knows where doing god knows what with god knows who!"

Anne was not aware that Scarlett and Rhett were divorced until this moment. She was beyond thrilled to know that the man she secretly loved since the day he returned was now available... Now getting him...that would be the tricky part...but nothing she felt that she could not handle...

She smiled mischievously as they approached the house.

Rhett only noticed how much she looked like Melly from where he was standing...

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