Lilith Wetherstone's Commonplace Book

I guess I can never completely let go of the past. The bright glow of the stone shines just as bright as the day I first received it. This was the only memory I kept of my marriage with the wretched man. I still remember the loud beating of my heart as he entered the room on our first night. His façade was still on as he smiled at me in a cat-like way. The first week was a celebration. Both of our households held events every day for the marriage of the two most well-known families in the town. My father was especially proud to marry off his eldest daughter, as it was a symbol of…

The sweet sound of my mother singing soothed me in my sleep as I stared at the grand chandelier above me. The memories of her beautiful hair and slightly blurred face comes back to me as I recall the music sheet of the lullaby she sang me. I’ve always heard great things about my mother growing up. She passed away when I was three years old and was known to be the lady of the household. My mother was named Elise Wetherstone and carried an air of grace wherever she walked. She was seen as the ideal woman- gentle, kind, and sacrificed everything for…

The memories come rushing back as I remember the day the painter drew my portrait. I was still young and innocent back then at the ripe age of 18. My eyes still gleamed with a glow of happiness as I was surrounded by my friends and family that loved me. The Wetherstone household was well-known in society as people begged to be acquainted with me. I still remember my father telling me about the purpose of the portrait. It was a wedding portrait to be presented to my fiancé that I had never met, who was said to be a wealthy merchant that owned many acres of…