Chapter 5
Diana lay in bed, and tried to fall asleep that night. But her head was full of questions. She wondered about the strange man. Who he was, where did he come from?
She rolled over in her bed, trying to relax, and fall asleep, but failed.
She wondered if there was anything she could do for him, and she wondered if he wold even reply to her letter, or just toss it away, and laugh at her.
She decided not to worry about it, and just se what happens, and hope that he would reply.
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It had been three days since she had sent the letter, and Diana was disappointed that no letter had come.
But when she found out that everyone at her "home" was going out for the day, she felt very relieved, for she knew it would be a grand day.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"
"No, I will be completely fine Anna, and I don't care to go, thank you," Diana replied.
"Alright, suite yourself," Anna said with a mischievous grin, which Diana found rather odd, but ignored, for she guessed she was probably going to go do something she should not be doing, and was glad to here Diana wasn't going.
After they had left, Diana walked into the living room, where the grand piano was placed, and walked over to it.
She was so happy she could finally play, and sing, alone.
Diana had always loved music, and loved to play the piano.
"Madame" would make her play for their guests, occasionally, but, not sing.
No one really knew she could sing, at least, no one knew she could sing as well as she really could.
She never really liked to play in front of people, and expecially sing, for it brought back painful memories, that made her heart heavy.
She knew if "Madame" made her sing in front of an audience, she surely would burst into tears, during the song.
She didn't have trouble singing alone, which she was very glad of.
Playing the piano, seemed to be her escape, from the cruel world, and opened her heart to joyous feelings.
As she sat down at the piano, a slight smile came over her face, as she felt as if all her troubles had vanished.
She pulled out a sheet of music, and began to play it, after playing it threw once, she played it again, and sang the words.
She found herself enjoying this time very much.
After playing several other songs, she pulled out a beautiful piece called "Amazing Grace".
She sang the song with all the compassion in her, and felt very peaceful.
But to her dismay, as soon as she finished the song, a voice, which came from the doorway, startled her greatly.
"Brava , Mademoiselle!"
Quickly Diana turned around to see the same man Anna had tried to introduce her to, at the tea party.
She stood up, completely shocked, and turned pale.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you so.'
"You sing and play astonishingly well."
After a moment of silence, he said, "You may be wondering why I am here, well, I was invited by Ms. Lilac, and told to come here at this precise hour."
At this moment, Diana understood everything. She now knew why Anna had that grin. It was because of how she had sent for this man to come, exactly when no one was there, to her, apparently trying to "match" her up.
Diana felt so angry, but controlled herself, for it was not the right thing to do.
"Well, she is not here, but shall be here around two in the afternoon, and I am afraid you shall have to come back to see her," she replied, trying to sound calm, out of her humiliation.
"I shall tell her you came, goodbye."
"But wait." He said, but she had already gone up the stairs, and had ignored him, trying to get to her room as quick as possible.
Once she reached her room, she shut the door, and leaned her head on it, and sank to the floor, and buried her head in her arms, her eyes filling with tears.
She hated that he had to here her, for she feared he would tell Madame about how well she sang, and she would the be forced to sing in public.
After praying that she would not come to that moment, she sat up and went to her desk.
Her thoughts went to the strange man, once again.
It had been a while since she sent the letter, and felt like she had better do something.
She got out a piece of paper, and began to write:
Dear Sir,
I am very sorry if I made a bad impression. I only wanted to be friendly to you, and offer you my friendship. I know how it can be to be lonely, in fact, I go threw it every day, it seems. I hope I did not offend anyone in my last letter. I hope I do not sound desperate, or anything. I know it must seem very strange how, you all of the sudden, started getting letters from a strange girl, but, like I said, I am only trying to be a friendly neighbor. I hope you have a wonderful day, one that is far more appealing than mine has been.
Your Friend,
Diana Callister
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After finishing the letter, she slipped out the house, and headed down the dark streets, to the man's home.
She placed the letter on his step, and quickly went away.
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Author's Note:
Ok, here is another chapter, please do tell me what you think about it, and to those of you who aare wondering why it makes Diana sad when she sings in front of people, well, you shall find out later :o)