Dear Diary, June 7th, 1860
John came home today. I was so happy to see him. When I asked why he returned early he had replied, “I realized something in England.”
I asked him what he meant and he said, “I love you, Vicky. I want you to be with me forever. Will you marry me?” He then slid a dazzling ring on my finger and I could not speak so I nodded and smiled. I jumped and hugged him.
It was better than the day he asked to court me. “Did you ask my father yet?” I had asked. But my smile faded as he said words I did not want to here on my engagement day:
“Victoria, you father was found dead in the woods.” He told me. And then he held me as I cried. It was sweet.
When I asked my mother why my father was in the woods. She told me to mind my own business and go do my chores. I obeyed but the thoughts still plagued my head. Even now, as I write this late at night.
I will leave that mystery for professionals. But now I fear who will take on the role of running our town.
-Victoria
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