The Diary Swap

Book 7

Y/n took the book gingerly from Emily and smiled at her, before looking around the table and ending on me.

"May I start, Ms Venable?"

"Of course," I smiled.

"Dear diary,

I hate this. I think the whole ordeal is completely and utterly idiotic. How I miss wine and my mansion. I'd rather have died than have to live like this. It's humiliating.

I'm being forced to follow rules and stand around with obnoxious people and a teenager and honestly, it's awful. She just mopes around, drowning in her sorrow.

And there is no one down here that I would have intercourse with if I was allowed to. That's banned down here.

I miss grapes too. I always lived an isolated life, but this is a whole new level. Everyone misses their phones but back in my day, we would go to the woods and build stick forts. Much more entertaining.

The leader here is much younger than me, yet she's my superior, which I hate. I should be top dog.

The purple dresses are gorgeous though, old Victorian-styled ball gowns, with fabrics for miles. I've grown accustomed to the corsets now, and I don't think I could ever live without them.

The heels are still a little difficult though, they're nothing like what I'm used to and I sometimes find my balance isn't up to their standards but I'll learn.

I'm going for my beauty sleep now." And with that, y/n closed her book and sighed, falling back into her chair.

"Who wrote it?"

No one came forward. Again.

"Shall we keep going?"

"I don't see any point in stopping now," y/n huffed.

"There're only two left. Shall I read mine?"

"Yes," everyone said simultaneously. This could be interesting.