I got the idea in history. Its just a story so don't hate me for it.
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Monday 21st April 1876
Dear diary,
Why must my father choose a suitor for me? Oh yeah now I remember, woman don't have power or freedom and the father must choose. My father is dear Charles, (But I call him Charlie, because it's easy.) I used to have my mother Renne with us, but she got permission to leave town, because my father keeps beating her. It's horrible, everyday before she left there were a new bruise or scar that was fresh. I couldn't look at it. And before we go on any futher, my name is Isabella Swan, and I am 17 years old. Normally, it would be to late to marry at this age, but the law has just changed. I wouldn't say our family; is quite poor, but we are not as richer than others. Everyday it's my duty to feed the animals , get fresh water from the well and dust the house. It's not that bad when you get use to it. Really...

As I was doing my normal chore today, (getting water from the wall,) I bumped into a new face. The thing is, I don't go out as much so I don't really know the people in the village. Anyway back to the story dear diary, the water fell from bumping into the stranger. "Hey, why did you do that?" I was so angry , but it was his fault; even by acciedent. "Oh I am so sorry." He apologised. I looked at his face, then I knew I was smitten. I couldn't help but smile and talk softer. "It's fine.Sorry." I apologised. He chuckled , wow I never made a man laugh before. "What's your name,?" His tender voice asked. "Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella. And you are?" I asked back. "Edward Cullen, please to meet you." He smiled and kiss me hand. No one ever did that to me. He was so sweet. But then a jealous girl came to up to us. "Hi Edward." And kissed him to prove she was his. "Go away, Tanya, I hate you." He madly answered back. "Why because you fallen for this mistake? Fine I'll go. My father will make a better choice for a husband" She spitefully said. And with that she pushed me back, that I fell so hard on the mud. My beautiful dress, I recently made and my hair I brushed this morning! Gross!

Edward tried to help me up, but when he did, the whole village laughed at me. I was mortified. I was so mad. Rage was bubling up inside me. "Get away from me Edward! You had a betroved, and never bothered to say, and she pushed me back. This is your fault. I wish I had never met you!" I shouted. And with that, I picked up my dress and made my way home. Tears were starting to show. "Isabella!" He called out, but I didn't want to speak to him....

That night...
Was the towns masqurade ball. It's good to hide my identity so no one speaks about my mud faux-pas. It was in the towns hall, and I was wearing a silver dress I made to only wear for occasions. It was topped of with a simple mask to tie the whole outfit together. As I entered a familiar yet hateful face smiled. He came walking towards me, but I remember I hated him. I lead him to the garden. He somehow got the wrong message and decided to follow. So what if I turn the corner here? That would lose him. And thats what I did. The garden was huge and I managed to lead him in the wrong direction. I turned left and he turned right. But stupidly I said, "Hello, hello?" And right from behind he came to kiss me. That was unexpected. But then I knew, hatred, turned to love andit turned to passion and heat.