"What do you want now?" he growls. She hesitates, unsure of what she should say. She stammers, "where are you?" she asks quietly. Ill-tempered, he grumbled that he was busy. She hangs quickly up and scolds herself for being so lame. She composes herself and walks through the wooden doors. She glances around quickly and manages a smile for her friends.

The night went unusually well, the moon shone as bright as day even though the rain was beginning to pick up. She wonders what her chances were about staying angry for very long. She was always quick to forgive, and yet never to forget. She knew what she was setting herself into and she accepted it. She wasn't going to walk away from it, not now or ever. This is who she is, who she will be. No one expects any less of her, and that she knew as well as everyone. A lady must learn to bite back her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself.

She must learn to watch herself and let go.