Dear Journal,

Hello. I’m not quite sure what to write as of right now, but I have nothing else to do. Monty is such a bloody buffoon. How is it that the only thing he knows how to do is mess up? I honestly think it’s a talent. You must be wondering what he’s done now to get on my nerves. Well, I’ll just quote him directly then, shall I? This is what he said: “It won’t matter, she’s someone’s mistress. She’s just a whore.” The only reason I hadn’t slapped him is that the carriage had struck a rut and we were all unseated. Honestly, he’s hopeless. He will never understand that the world does not revolve around him. He will never understand how difficult it is to be a girl… 

Until next time,

Felicity Montague