Mrs. James: What?!
Dante: I am truly the happiest man alive.
I am truly going to murder you next to these petunias.
Mrs. James: Oh, I cannot wait to tell everyone! They will be so shocked!
Dante: No! No, we want it to be a secret for a bit longer.
Mrs. James: Oh, right right. Of course, I can see that. Congratulations to you both!
Dante: Thank you, Mrs. James.
Kitty: Thank you, Mrs. James!
Mrs. James: Well, I will leave you both and return to the party.
Dante: Have a good night, Mrs. James.
Kitty: You wretched vile ass!
Dante: Calm down.
Kitty: Calm down?! You just told her we were engaged!
Dante: And if I hadn't she'd have gossiped all over town, your reputation would be ruined, and you'd have no chance of making a good match. Say what you want, but I just saved you from spinsterhood.
Kitty: I'd rather be a spinster than chained to you.
Dante: Chains will only be involved if you agree, darling.
Kitty: I hate you!
Dante: Relax. She's been sworn to secrecy. We can just act like nothing happened, and if she does tell people we can deny it. Everyone thinks she's senile anyway.
Kitty: You'd better be right.
Dante: I am, Katherine. We'd better return, though.
Kitty: That might be wise.
Walking back into the ballroom, I heard murmurs and whispers coming from all directions but I chose to ignore it till Mom said she had an announcement.
Anne: It is with great joy that I be the first to tell you all of my Katherine's happy engagement to Lord Radcliffe.
I ran to my safe haven, the family library, before bursting into tears. I had read many books and written many words accompanied by the walls of this room- And now they brought no comfort as I burst into tears. When suddenly the door opened and in walked my baby sister, Emilia.
Emilia: Kitty! Oh dear, what is it?
Kitty: Oh the most awful thing, Emilia. That wretch!
Emilia: Do calm down and tell me what's the matter. You're practically in hysterics. Aren't you happy? Married! And that to a Duke!
Kitty: I don't want to marry him!
Emilia: Then don't say yes when people propose to you, silly horse!
Kitty: Goose.
Emilia: Pardon?
Kitty: It's silly goose...You know what, never mind. What do i do?!
Emilia: Marry him?
Kitty: Out of the question!
Emilia: Lord Radcliffe is a smart man. I'm sure he'll figure something out.
Kitty: What was that? I blacked out after you used Radcliffe and smart in the same sentence.
Emilia: It'll all work out, Kitty. I'm sure of it.
And with that she walks out leaving me with my thoughts. But what if it doesn't? I left my safe haven to go to my room when suddenly Dante dragged me back into the library.
Kitty: I wish for you to leave me alone!
Dante: Katherine, please.
Kitty: Haven't you done enough?
I felt insane as I pushed him, barely causing him to move. I half expected him to fight back, but instead he just sighed, low and sad.
Dante: I think we should keep the ruse up.
Kitty: You do?
Dante: Yes. It would buy us time, and hopefully keep your reputation intact.
Kitty: I hate to admit it, but that might work...
Dante: I know it will, Kitty.
Kitty: So, you will find a way out?
Dante: I swear it, Kitty. I will do everything in my power to get us out of this.
Kitty: Thank you.
Dante: I have something for you.
Kitty: Are you sure you're in any position to be gifting me things?
Dante: Relax, Kitty, it's a birthday gift. Though I suppose now you can have it as a birthday-wedding combo. Though, getting engaged to me was present enough.
Kitty: I'd like to return the gift. I think it's broken.
Dante: Sorry, the store doesn't accept returns.
He then passed me a necklace with a big blue ruby at the centre.
Kitty: Oh, it's too nice for me to accept.
Dante: Nonsense, it will suit you well. Shall I put it on you?
Kitty: Yes please!
I felt him move behind me and brush my hair out of the way before bringing the cold metal to my neck and clasping it before letting his fingers rest there. I heard him sigh, his fingertips tracing the back of my neck and I felt shivers at his touch, the action causing goose bumps to form on my flesh. He continued to trace patterns on my skin, clearly not realizing what he was doing- Or perhaps he did realize, and for a moment I didn't care.
I heard him sigh before turning around. I surprised myself as I lifted my hands to his lips to kiss.
Dante: Happy birthday, Kitty.
He pecked my cheeks and couldn't help but blush.
Kitty: Thank you! The necklace is beautiful.
Dante: I bought it when I saw it. It remined me of you.
Kitty: That's almost sweet.
Dante: I'm always sweet, Miss. Hawthorne.
Kitty: Right.
Dante: Well, you are no doubt wanting to get to bed. It's been a busy evening after all. Though, not busy in the way I usually prefer to spend my nights.
Kitty: Good day, Lord Radcliffe.
Dante: Good day, my fiancée.
I fingered the cold metal against my throat with deep breath as I watched him leave, before sighing I left the library to go to my bedroom. This had been some twentieth birthday, and not in a good way. I gasped, clutching my chest as a figure walked past, her bare feet not making a noise as she moved past me. But who was she? Torn between chasing after the figure and fear, I finally rushed off towards the safety of my bedroom.
Mariah: Kitty! Why are we screaming, darling? Are we re-enacting a scene from Shakespeare!
I tried to catch my breath as I took in that it was just Mariah Hampton in my bedroom- Not a spooky spectre out to steal my soul.
Kitty: Gh-ghost!
Mariah: Eh, wrong.
Kitty: N-never mind. Why are you here?
Mariah: Cant a woman wish her best friend a happy birthday? And a congratulations on her engagement? Though, really, I wish you would have told me you and Lord Radcliffe were a thing. He's so dreamy. So, how long have the two of you been secretly courting?
Kitty: Well, a time.
Lair! My subconscious said.
Mariah: A time? Goodness you're vague today. You're so lucky, though! I mean, a duke! And he's so charming and handsome.
Kitty: He's a human being like everyone else.
Mariah: He's more than that. Even you have to admit it. You managed to catch the most eligible bachelor in England. And all it took was you existing, apparently.
Kitty: Are you spending the night?
Mariah: I'm afraid not, dear. Mama hates staying here.
Kitty: Don't know why.
Mariah: Maybe because you roll your eyes?
We share a good giggle.
Kitty: I wish you were staying here though. We haven't had a best friend sleepover in ages.
Mariah: Because we aren't ten anymore, Kitty. Besides, you know my mother hates when we're all separated.
Kitty: Goodness, your mother needs to loosen the reins a bit.
Mariah: You're right about that. But really I must be off. And for goodness sakes, please put some rouge on your cheeks. You are terrifying pale right now!
Because things are terrifying, Mariah.