A beautiful day

The sunset was so beautiful, on Sunday; I sat by the river eating cherries. Whiles watching the sunset and it sure was a delight. This reminded me of when I was only 12 years old, my acquaintance would take me to the river, to sit in the sun. Sad to say my companion doesn't feel the same. He paced up and down the river side, he became intolerant, and he does not take to the small things. The beautiful colours in the sun, the orange and bright yellow, combined together are simply magnificent. I could have sat there for hours; enjoying the sounds of the birds, the breeze surrounding me. Not to forget the beautiful creature, a white pony, its soft sheer glowing skin makes my heart feel warm. Suddenly I hear ‘Veronica Duchess come at once’ it was my husband Ferrara. He said I was to go in at once; see he doesn't like the Gardner seeing me, handsome guy he is. He said he would watch me sitting by the river. I like knowing others can still look at me and smile. I didn't realise that this was a problem. I am an outsider, for now, still yet to learn about my companion. He still needs to study me. Readers you know what I mean. I love to smile, not too much, just a little bit, smiling makes me feel happy. Signed with love Veronica Anne Harper.

The simple joys of the heart

Now I wish away my old life, the times I spent playing in the garden with my friends, the times I spent with my sisters every day, we’d play with each other’s hair. I still live the life of fearlessness. I’ve heard that my new companion had wives before myself, they disappeared without notice, they were all very beautiful ladies according to the whispers I have heard, they tell me that they were similar to myself young and had never been married before. I have been so busy practising my posture and speech that I haven’t had enough time to sit down with my faultless companion. We spend time together when we eat the finest food, this is in the evenings, we sit there in silence for good manners, we speak as he sips his wine, and he smells it, swells it and then softly speaks to me. He calls me Harper as if it is my first name; I see this to be ever so sweet. I’m not certain if this is correct, as I am unfamiliar but I love him with my heart, whatever he says makes me blush. Signed with love Veronica Anne Harper.

A different birthday

I haven’t written very much recently, I am sorry. I've been ever so busy. My food served in silver cutlery, table cloths tailor made from sweet Paris, food imported from Europe’s finest. It was my birthday on September the 5th; At last I am now 16 years old. I don't feel like a lady. I look in the mirror; I sure do look like a lady. My bust corset is very tight; my lady in waiting tells me this is what my companion likes. After being suddenly taken into this new place that I am not familiar with, meant that I didn't get to spend my birthday eating sponge cake with strawberry jam and red plump cherries. This birthday was different; you’re probably wondering what I mean by different. I wore a white patterned dress with velvet material, an Ivory colour with jewels on the arms. I sure did look like a princess. I wish you could have seen me. I’m newly married and my new husband is ever so kind, his attentive, his sweet and handsome. He looks at me with such strong eyes. I’m ever so excited for the future with him, I am very eager to grow into a wonderful wife that he loves dearly; the future can only get better. Signed with love Veronica Anne Harper.