Dearest Diary (The Ball: Royce is my King & I am his Queen)

Date: March 25th 1933

I am sorry that I have not had the time to write in you, it’s just my life has been so busy. I have been socializing with some of my mother’s friends and building useful “contacts,” as my mother calls them. My mother believes it is always useful to be friends with at least one gossip – you learn the news before it is published. But she also says it is a double edge sword. When around gossips, you must show no signs of weakness, or else they too will gossip about you. My mother is such a wise & insightful woman.

Mr.Royce King has been courting me continuously since my last entry, of course he is much too busy to come visit me often, so he sends me beautiful violets. He seems to think they match my eyes. This morning my mother and I prepared for the evening. Royce invited my parents and I to a lovely ball. It was a beautiful party. I was unsure of the purpose behind it at the time, not even my mother knew of the purpose, and she knows everything from her close circle of friends.

I enjoyed myself very much. I danced Royce the waltz – such a beautiful dance. The way he leads is amazing. I knew where I was going, and I felt safe in his arms.

I could have danced all night with Mr. Royce and still have asked for more. After the Waltz, Royce and I went to the court yard. We watched the stars & the beautiful full moon. The scent of the flowers had me nearly intoxicated… and then Royce did something I did not expect. He got down on one knee and opened a small black box to show a gold ring with a diamond on it. Oh his words were so romantic:

“Lady Rosalie Hale, you are the most beautiful women I have ever met, your beauty is like a breath of fresh air your soul so pure and innocent. Do me the honer of becoming my wife &  I shall love you for eternity as a man, nothing more, nothing less.”

I accepted Immediately. We returned to the ball and I learned that the reason for the ball was as an engagement party.

My mother was thrilled to hear the news, my father, however, was not surprised. On the way home I learned that my Fiance Royce had asked for father’s blessing. All my dreams are coming true. Soon I will be living as the lady of the household – I will manage Royce’s household and keep order while he goes to work to earn our living. Someday we may very well have children that will play on the beautiful estate. He will be the king & I, the Queen.

I wish to speak to Royce more about the wedding itself. He insisted as soon as possible, but I just don’t know. I want this completely, entirely, but the problem is there is this small bothersome part of me that cannot help but wonder if this was the right thing to do.

I should not complain, he is spoiling me, treating me the way I deserve to be treated and in order for that money to be spent, he must work. I should focus less on how much we spend time together & more on how much he can provide for me. Tomorrow my mother and I will begin organizing the wedding. As for now, I believe I must sleep, as the future Mrs. Royce King I must look good for my man, so I do not shame him.

~Rosalie Hale King.

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Dearest Diary (I think I have found my Prince Charming)

Date: January 15th 1933

I believe I found my prince charming. It has been 14 days since my last entry – I have been dreadfully busy I’m afraid, too busy to even confide in you. I shall inform you of my many exciting exploits. First of all I have found my fairytale prince in Mr. Royce King. Such a wonderful & noble gentleman. Every night since I went to the bank I received a fresh bouquet of violets. My mother told me today I have the scent of the Violets in me.

I spend my days continuing my lessons on how to be a noblewoman and bring honer to my partner & family. I learnt from my mother that one must treat the help exactly as they are – the help. She told me that those in lower class are poor because they are not motivated enough, and by being firm with them I am actually helping them become more motivated. It makes perfect sense to me, how wise my mother is. I aspire to be just like her only instead of having my husband working for the bank he will own the bank. I will not be in middle class for the rest of my life, like her.

I spend my evenings with Mr. Royce King, we walk downtown together & go to all the high society social events. I believe I am falling in love with Royce. I love his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and short wavy hair. He was a perfect specimen of a man and when beside me, I shined out even more. I love the attention, people must learn that I am the most beautiful women in the world. I love myself more than anyone and anything, because if I don’t love myself then how can I expect others to love me?

My dashing Royce spoke among the men, he has so many friends. I spoke to the wives of his friends and they loved me, naturally. There is no man woman or child who cannot help, but stop in awe of my beauty…..well there is one that Edward Masen man. I have met him twice since my last entry and let me just say he has no socializing skills at all. He kept glaring at me, it was as if he knew what I was thinking. I, however, would not lower my standards by associating with riffraff such as him.

This evening we had such a lovely meal. I had a salad & steak I even sipped on white wine, but of course I would never shame myself by getting intoxicated. My mother taught me better than that. I must go now, purple bags under my eyes & wrinkles is not an appealing look. Last thing I want to do is look like Mrs. Esme Cullen.

~Rosalie Hale

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Dearest Diary (Topic: The Arrival of the Cullens & Royce King)

You have heard Bella’s story, now it’s my turn…

Date: January 1st 1933

What an amazing day today. So much has happened to me. To think it all started in the usual way. My brothers off scampering about. My father had left for work & My mother is managing the house. I was in my room combing my long beautiful hair one thousand times on each side when my mother knocked on my door. She told me she forgot to send father to work with his lunch. I was very worried, father working on an empty stomach – what if he made a mistake. He would get fired and then who would buy me my beautiful dresses.

My mother strangely insisted that I wear my white Organza and roll up my hair. I was very displeased. I had just finished combing my hear. Honestly the poor people believe that it’s easy to look beautiful, but it’s not, it is hard work to look as beautiful as I do. My mother should have known better, but still I did as I was told and I wore the white organza & rolled up my hair. I inspected myself with great detail along with my mother’s help. I did not want to embarrass myself or my family. My mother had asked me to return right after I visit the bank. She made plans for us to go shopping, something that brightened my mood greatly.

As usual everyone that worked at the bank was watching me. I did not take much attention to all the common looking old perverts. I was much too busy with my own mission, drop the food off and go shopping a simple enough task. I did notice that there were a few men around Mr. King, my father’s boss. I delivered the meal to my father and kissed him on the cheek. When I returned home my mother and I had gone shopping and purchased some beautiful dresses. On the walk home, my mother pointed out the Cullens, who were straight ahead of us. My mother had met the Cullens the day before and I was surprised to see how beautiful they were. All of them. Their beauty was otherworldly. I felt Inferior and I did not like feeling that way, not one bit. My mother introduced me to the Cullens.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen – how can I put such beauty into words: He has pale skin, golden eyes & blond hair. He is around six feet tall, looking at him and comparing his beauty to my own made me shiver for a moment out of fury, to see someone more beautiful than myself is totally unacceptable. Then there was Esme Cullen, Carlisle’s wife, she is at least 5’6″, with caramel-colored hair. She also had gold eyes, pale skin and she was slender, but rounded. She had a heart shape face too she would have been perfect if not for the purple circles under her eyes. Well, I suppose that is what happens when you are a housewife with no hired help. You do the work yourself and you sleep less. Finally, there was Edward Masen, Esme Cullen’s Little brother. How I loathe…..no loathe is much too strong a word. I dislike him. Such a rude & uneducated young man such as himself. He has high cheek bones and his nose is straight with full lips. The hair was a messy bronze color, which I consider to be unattractive. How does he expect to court a lady when he is going around with messy hair? He is the same height as his brother in law, Doctor Carlisle Cullen. He has a slender body, something I found unforgivable. I placed my hand as to shake like a lady and instead of grabbing my hand to kiss it like a gentleman, he does nothing. Mr. Mason should be sent to reform school.

All in all I must say, I do not like this Cullen family much at all. They have the potential to be middle class, but the way they dress and act, now I do not think that will be happening.

Oh yes, before I forget, father returned home from work and shortly after his return there was a knock at the door. When mother answered, the delivery man had a bouquet of roses. My mother called me and when I came down she handed me the roses and a card that read:

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
Your eyes are amazing
and so are you

~Royce King

I was excited. I remembered how attractive Mr. King was the other day, and he is also very wealthy, too. My mother and father also seemed pleased. I must leave now, I am going to have dinner.

~Rosalie Hale

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