"I hate French," I say, throwing my book down onto my bed.

"I don't see what is so wrong with it, Gemma," Ceilcy (A/N if I spelled it wrog, please excuse me) comments, "If you just studied it would be much easier,"

I sigh at this. While no one is looking, I walked up and shut the door in her face, as her smug smile drops. I fall back onto my bed as Ann washes her face again with the rose water in the sink. There is a knock.

Felicity opens the door, smiling, holding two letters.

"Ello, poppets."

I looked up, seeing one letter in fine hand, with my name written across.

"No," I say, falling back onto my bed.

"Oh yes," Felicity says. She opens the letter while I press the pillow against my ears.

"Dear Gemma, it has once again come to my attention that you have not written back Simon after he proposed to you. Simon Middleton is an upstanding member of the English society and any girl would be honored to be his wife. I will be expecting your answer in two days. Sincerely, Granmama." Felicity smiles at this.

"Oh God," I say. Why can't she see it? My answer is no. NO NO NO NO NO NO!!! I will never marry him!! He's an upstanding member or hell, and there's no way I'm about to become his wife.

"Is the other letter for me?" Ann asks, hopefully.

"No, it's for me," she looks up and me. "And Gemma."

"What?" I ask, looking over her shoulder.

Dear Felicity,

Please acccompani mi at a midnigt parti? You ma brink Gemmo

Luv,

Ithal

"He doesn't have the loveliest spelling skills, does he?"

"He?" Ann says, feeling as if she picked up on something scandalous.

"It's nothing, Ann." Felicity smiles.

She frowns, but goes back to her face washing.

"Why does Ithal request I be there?" I ask, in hushed tones.

"Maybe a certain Indian boy is there?" she smiles.

Kartick. I haven't thought about when I would get to see him again.

"What time do we leave?"

She smiles.

"Eleven."