Belles, I am so sorry; this update took way too long! For any of you writers out there, do you ever have the struggle that you're working on a new story, so you can't focus on anything else? That happened to me these past few weeks, and I haven't really focused on anything else. I'll try to update at least once or twice a week. Sorry and thank you again!

-The Other Spencer

Lucas' POV

When I had walked over to Hanna, I expected her to shoo me away like a fly. I asked for her hand in marriage expecting a no! How that would have ruined my reputation. Who was I kidding; I had no reputation to speak of. I was a loser destined to marry Thea, and ugly, opinionated, horrible woman. People like me weren't made for people like Hanna Marin.

With a pounding heart, I asked as sweetly as I possibly could. Maybe she would feel bad for me and accept. I could only hope that would be the case.

"Miss. Hanna, I want to ask for your hand in marriage." I said quietly, making my brown eyes like a puppy's.

When I said it, her eyes darted to the side, looking at something, (I don't know what….) She seemed to ponder it for a few seconds.

"I would love to, but if you're going to marry me, you'd better ask my mother." She said it as sweetly as she possibly could.

"Why thank you, dear." I said and sped off to find her mom.

I found Mrs. Marin by a large oak tree, watching the commotion. All of the men were taking off to sign up for the war.

"Afternoon Mrs. Marin," I said bowing deeply.

"Why Lucas Gottesman, when did you grow so? You've developed into a handsome young man!" Mrs. Marin exclaimed. I was at a loss for words. I wasn't good looking at all. My face looked like a small, hopeful child, my curly hair too dark, my eyes too sad. I wasn't very tall either.

"Why thank you, I came to ask a question."

"Is that so," Mrs. Marin said back.

I sucked in a deep breath, and let my words fall out. It was like word vomit that I couldn't control.

"I think Hanna is one of the most beautiful girls in the entire south. She has a lovely smile, and would be the perfect wife, and is strong enough to bear children. On top of that, she has personality, and she is sweet and witty." I couldn't stop that from spilling out. I refreshed myself. "What I'm trying to say, is may I have Hanna's hand in marriage?"

Mrs. Marin pondered what I said thoughtfully. "I suppose we could arrange that," she said with a smile. I felt very successful in my mission for Hanna.

Emily's POV
I skipped out to the stables. When I reached my destination, I ordered the fastest horse they had.

"This horse ain't suitable for a lady." The grooms-man said. The horse was large, with a sleek black coat, large eyes, and hooves the size of dinner plates.

I felt hot anger rise in my chest. This man was a servant, and had no right to order me around. Before I could stop myself, I became haughty.

"When did it become your job to order anybody around, hmm?" I questioned rudely. That shut him up.

Silently, he began to put a saddle on. I used a step stool to reach the horse, and kicked my heel against the side before he could finish what he was doing.

If I were Aria, which way would I go? Right! Aria always says when in doubt go right. I took every right turn I possibly could.

Finally, I ended up at a dead end. I jumped down so I could tie my horse up and walk around.

As I begun searching, I began to get frantic. There has to be at least a small sign that she was there. There had to be!

I stumbled upon a white sash. Wait a second, I told myself, Aria was wearing a dress with a white neckline.

Oh dear god, Aria must be in trouble.

Mkay, does anyone else think Emily's being a little over protective? I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review!