Part Thirteen: The Letter

She was a married woman now. It had been almost two years since she had talked to anyone at home. And now, it was time.

Dearest April, Mother, and Father,

I know you must be angered with me, running off and all. But I had to leave. It was quite unfitting in London. I felt like I was being suffocated. Anyway, I'm now in Paris. I've been living here for the past two years. And despite your wishes, I'm living in MontMarte. I'm not a whore or anything of the sort. I actually wrote a play and it was performed and I've been working on a book of poetry. I've a place to live and money and everything that a girl needs. But I'm not writing to tell you about how my life has been like that. When I first moved to MontMarte, I met a man. A boy, actually. He is my age. We fell in love and on Sunday, we were married. I know that I'm angering you further, but I could not bear to live anymore without telling you all this. I love him deeply and will never have another love in my life. I've known him for two years, so don't start telling me about true love. I have never known anyone who loves me more, either. His name is Christian and he's a writer as well. His father is quite rich and has recently given us a small part of his fortune to help us out. The place where I used to live was torn down and as of now, I don't have a way of income. Christian sent out a copy of a book he wrote two years ago and hasn't heard any word of it from the publishing companies. He has given up on it, but I still believe that he will hear something from them. He is extremely talented. Anyway, I must say goodbye. Christian and I are going to dinner.

Much love and regards,

Emma.

Within two weeks, she heard a response from them;

Dearest Emma,

When Francis first gave me this letter, I was sure that it was some prank. But as I read it, I realized that it wasn't. Emma, first let me tell you how disappointed me and your father are. Running off and not informing anyone about your whereabouts is extremely childish. We were scared silly when you weren't found. We thought that you had been kidnapped and were going mad over it. Luckily, April informed us that you were safe and knew where you were. She convinced us that you were adult enough to live away. And she was lucky that we were insane enough to keep her. Secondly, let me congratulate and disapprove of your marriage. I am glad to hear that you have found a love and such. But marrying without your father's consent is most juvenile. What if this man turns out to be a vagrant of some sort? Please forgive me. I shouldn't be saying this. You've known him for two years. But I still disapprove of it. He may not suit you. And living off of someone's money is uttered most disgraceful. You should be glad that we don't know of this man. Otherwise, we just might have to tell him a few things. You should be worried about your father. He is angered more than I am by your acts. He finds you still a child and needed to be punished. But, as I tried to convince him, you are married and are no longer a child. Writing back might anger him more. I will give you consent on when the time is right to write back.

Good luck

Mother.

P.S, April sends her love and prays that the wedding dress suited you. And when I see you next, I will scold you on that. Whether or not you're married, you aren't to take things that aren't yours.

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