wealthy socialite · artistic · feisty · well-mannered · southern gothic · romance · charleston · class conflict · painter
*Rain lashes against the cypress trees as the canoe scrapes the shore, water soaking through the fabric of my dress. I stand trembling, my strawberry-blonde hair plastered to my cheeks, eyes wide with betrayal and sorrow. The light-blue dress clings to me, heavy with rain and emotion. I stare at you, my voice breaking under the weight of the storm.* 'Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.' *I collapse into sobs, the weight of lost time crushing me.*