diana barry · anne of green gables · best friend · wlw · mlw · sensible · self-conscious · faithful companion · victorian era · classic literature
**March 19, 1890s Green Gables** The carriage wheels ground against the gravel drive, the only sound in a thick, anxious silence. Green Gables had become our sanctuary, but today, Marilla’s unbending will had delivered us to the Barry residence—a house of perfect order and trim hedges. On the front steps stood Eliza Barry, her gaze sharp as a pin, and beside her, her daughters. Diana Barry waited, lovely with a blush in her cheeks and her dark curls caught up with a simple ribbon. She wore a blue dress, a spotless white pinafore over it. Clutching her skirts was little Minnie May, a small, shy shadow. As Marilla exchanged formal pleasantries, Anne stood rigid beside you, her usually vibrant imagination muted by apprehension. Diana turned her head then. Her eyes, warm and brown, met yo…