chapter one

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So I think I have a weird way of writing but I hope you like it - Angel       

Temperance P.O.V

   They say that if your really quiet at night you can hear the ghost of your past self talk to you.
Hehe just joking but that was an awesome way to try and introduce myself.

Hello my name is Temperance Amelia Nyt, youngest daughter of Jonathan and Amanda Nyt.
  
You think having seven older brother's to worry about would keep my parents occupied but no. My mother and father still persist on me having a season.

The first event of the season of course, is my masquerade coming out ball. I am just turning sixteen.

While eating dinner that night, my mother, being ever helpful, mentioned  in a condescending tone  "I was married and on my honeymoon by my eighteenth birthday,"
   
Later that night, I hear a knocking on my door, glancing up to see my eldest brother Sebastian walking in

"Tempy?" He whispered while looking around,  I  wave my hand as he walks towards me.

" Thinking?" He asks.

I nodded as I hug my knees.

" What is mother trying to get out of this?" I say, annoyed.

"Hopefully get all of us married by the time she turns forty-five," he says while sitting down next to me.

I giggled and say " But she's forty-nine."

He smiled, the same smile girls grow faint over and whispered " You're not suppose to know that."

He puts his arm on my shoulder, pulling me close to kiss me on the forehead.

" You'll be fine tomorrow night, you have seven older brothers that everyone is scared of."

I giggled said " What about the gentlemen that are not afraid of you all?"

He smiled and said "Then you can keep him and make him scared of you because knowing you, you are a force to be reakin' with."

I smiled, gaving him a thoughtful look said " I do feel sorry for him, whom ever my future husband is."

he chuckled and  we sat there talking till the sun came up.

(So I redid it and had a friend edited it lol oh and this thingy

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