Once again I am so sorry that I barely ever post chapters. Maybe I'm just lazy? I have no idea. This chapter is so short too, so once again I'M SORRY!!! The next will be longer, but then again I think I promised that last chapter. (sorry once again) And I know a lot of you hate Mr. Wyatt but I need some plot so that's why he's in there. I mean how good would the story be if Harriat married Thad and lived happily ever after? So, that's enough of my babbling here's the exceedingly short chapter.

Well things have certainly progressed since I have last written in this dear book of mine. I have been seeing more of Mr. Wyatt each day, to the point where people are beginning to talk.

Thad is extremely upset with me. He keeps repeating that Mr. Wyatt is a slave owner and so on. I can hardly bear to even look at him anymore. I look forward to each new day I get to spend with him, despite my anxieties from before. He may be a slave owner, but he is a sweet caring man. He treats me with more respect than anyone has ever treated me with. He cares about the things I say, he actually gives my thoughts merit, and doesn't just dismiss them as simple women's gibberish.

I have become quite serious about him, and though I know many people disagree for some reason or another, many others think he is my perfect match. I have met many extremely kind women throughout my stay here, who have told me that Mr. Wyatt is "the very picture of a gentleman." I cannot seem to make Jane relent in her vow not to let him in the house, which is about the only thing that makes me uneasy about the whole thing. I cannot seem to reason why she hates him so. After all Mr. Jefferson is a slave owner and she doesn't hate him.

I can only believe that Thad is jealous of my new relationship. If that is the case though, it is his own fault. He never offered an excuse for not writing me when he was gone. It seems to me that is common decency when he was gone for weeks and weeks. That seems like the basics of gentlemanly behavior.

There is a dance tonight though which Mr. Wyatt has asked to escort me to. I don't even care if Thad is going, and I am not going to ask. I hope he sees me with Mr. Wyatt, because he deserves to be taken down a notch. He is altogether too sure of himself as respects me.

Tonight went extremely well. I shall treasure the memories forever. When David picked me up (For now I think it is proper to call Mr. Wyatt David) we drove inside his beautiful carriage and didn't say much for awhile for a while and then he suddenly moved over to sit next to me and with a look of anguish in his eyes asked me the question, "Miss Lackland… Elizabeth… I do not wish to be forward… I… I have fallen in love with you. Please lift my anguish and consent to spend our remaining days together as my wife."

Needless to say I was amazed and pleased. I couldn't even think of what to say and I just nodded my head and he pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. I cannot help from looking at it, as it sparkles on my finger.

Well, David asked if it would be all right to announce the engagement that night, which I couldn't help myself as it is was such a delicious prospect. Well we danced the first two dances together, and mingled a bit. A little later in the evening, David came to me and grasped my hand, bringing me to the front of the room.

"I only wish a moment of your time, ladies and gentlemen. Miss Elizabeth Lackland has consented to make me the happiest man on earth, and the two of us shall be married." He said, still grasping my hand.

Everyone was very excited over the announcement and came and congratulated us. Everything was like a blur as everyone whirled around David and me.

Everything was going perfectly until Thad came over and shook David's hand and bowed to me an unreadable look on his face. "Congratulations Wyatt, I hope you can somehow make yourself worthy of her." Without a word to me, Thad walked off. I cannot imagine what David was thinking, but he only laughed and smiled down at me and said, "Of course, for I know I shall never be worthy of my little flower."

I know what Thad meant though, everyone did I'm sure. He insulted the man I am about to marry and I am not about to let him get away with it.

Though that put a damper on the evening, David and I still had a most pleasant evening, and we danced again. I never saw Thad again; I assume he won't show his face to me again. I can only hope he doesn't. David took me home, and I haven't told Jane yet. I'd rather not tell her, for likely she will act the same as her brother. The two are so pig headed I cannot stand it.

At least I don't have to stay around her that much longer. Soon I shall leave this place and become David's wife and never have to deal with my past again.

Where to begin? I can't even talk to Jane anymore…

When I told her about my engagement she stared at me with a very sullen expression. "You aren't serious?" she asked, not blinking.

"Of course I am! Jane, you know how much I love him," I protested, disgusted with her reaction.

"You… but you are an abolitionist… how can you marry a… a slave owner? And not just any slave owner, haven't you heard that he uses the whip on them when ever he isn't pleased? And you must know about those half-nigras running around there. Who's do you think they are?"

"David is not like that, Jane. He is a decent man…" then I remembered Mr. Jefferson… wasn't he a decent man? And look what he and Mama did…

Jane merely scoffed and turned way. "Do what you want Elizabeth, but mind you I am not going to help you. If you go through with this I wash my hands of you."

"I don't need your scolding Jane. You should give me your blessing and be done with it. I am not a child who needs your guidance!" with that I left the room, and I have barely spoken to her since.

I don't have much money for a trousseau, and I've been trying to scrape together enough money for some proper things. I have most of which I need from Mama, but I do wish I had more. I bought some very pretty fabric which I am attempting to sew into a wedding gown.

I don't know why I can't concentrate though… I have to pull out nearly as many stitches as I sew because my mind is so preoccupied. I don't know if what Jane said is true. I don't know if I am marrying a man I should be marrying…

I shall think about that tomorrow though. Tomorrow will tell what I need to know.