Being engaged is like waking up to the sun shining and the flowers blooming. Its the greatest feeling in the world. If this is so wonderful, I cannot even imagine how spectacular being married is. Mr. Granby and I are engaged. I can't stop saying it. It sounds so right and perfect and I cannot get over the fact that I am soon to be married.
It sounds odd in the best way possible. He is an intelligent and handsome man. He cares about other people and is very kind and caring. We are to be married as soon as his father's estate is decorated for our reception. Tomorrow I am going to London with my dear fiance Mr. Granby and together we will pick out the perfect gown and an elegant suit for him to wear. In addition, we will pick out silverware and dishes for the extravagant party following the ceremony.
Mr. Granby has not told me where we are going for our honeymoon. He says he wishes to surprise me. The only information I have received is that we are to go away for a long time and it is going to be very romantic. This satisfies me plenty, for anywhere I go with him will be delightful because of the love we share.
In only a few weeks, I, Rosamond Oliver, will be married.
Tuesday
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