"Aimee, are you listening too me?" My tutor snapped, annoyed. "Huh? Sorry, yes tutor." Why am I still thinking of those boys? I don't even know my names. I was thinking of the two boys from earlier. I couldn't stop for some reason. "Aimee, listen to me!"

"Uh, yes tutor." I say quickly. She huffed and returned to reciting English. I copy down the words on my board. After a while I sigh. "This is boring." I complain, looking down at the words. My tutor stopped reciting and glared at me. "What? It is!" She sighed and put down her book. "Aimee, you must learn how too do this. A woman of high stature, such as yourself, must learn different languages."

I groan. Tutor pursed her lips. "Recite some English. Now." I sit up and take a deep breath. "I em Aimee. I em pretty French girl, oui?" Tutor sniffed and glared down at me. "Was that the best you could do?" She asked, annoyed. "I thought it was pretty good." I grumble. Tutor glared at me. "People do not walk around saying I am pretty French girl." She pushed a book about English into my hands. Begrudgingly, I began reading. After thirty minutes of torture, tutor packed up and left.

I stretch my stiff neck and head too the manor's library. The library was large with comfortable chairs and tables with candles, and of course hundreds of books. I select my favorite book and settle down in a chair. After awhile, a maid came in. "Miss Aimee?"
She said timidly. "Yes?" "It is time for your afternoon tea." "Oh, I shall be down in a minute." The maid bowed and left. I sigh and put my book away. Why can't I have a few hours to myself? I wonder as I walk to the tea room. The tea room was a big, and had a view of the garden. Round tables with white tablecloths were placed around the room. My father sat at one of the tables, drinking some tea. On the table, was a tea set made of white china and lined with gold and red roses, a large chocolate cake, and the tea smelled sweet and floral.

Uh oh. It's the Rose tea set. It's one of my favorites. So is chocolate cake. And that smells a an awful lot like strawberry rose tea. Father only serves all of my favorites on special occasions or when he has bad news. I think, sitting down. Picking up the tea pot I pour myself a cup. Bright pink liquid splashed into the cup, the scent of strawberries and roses wafted into my nose. Oh dear, it is strawberry rose tea. I was hoping it could have been just strawberry or just rose. But strawberry and rose? Something must be wrong. I take a sip of my tea and cut myself a plump slice of cake. Father put down his tea cup and cleared his throat. Pretending not to have heard him, I take a large bite of cake. "Aimee, I have something I must discuss with you." I chew for as long as I can before begrudgingly swallowing. "Yes father, what is it?" "Aimee, you are coming to the age where you should marry." He said bluntly. I gap at him. I had not expected him to say this. I struggle to find words. "Wh. . What are you talking about father?" I stutter out finally.

"I'm saying, you must find yourself a lover. I have come to understand that you have more then enough candidates." He said, gesturing to a maid. The maid hurried forward and handed my father a stack of letters. Oh no. He began looking through the papers. "Let's see here. . . I see Audun Quincy, Sean Grand, Dylan Lé mon, Adam Falon, yes very fine candidates. They are all from very noble families, why don't you choose one?" He asked, setting the papers aside. I sigh. "Father, I understand that you want me to marry into a nice family, but I don't love any of the men who are courting me." Father drank deeply from his cup. He lowered the now empty cup and regarded me. "Aimee, you know that I love you, and I want you to marry for love, but you must understand that I have no choice. If you don't choose who you want to marry, then I shall have to choose for you."

I drop the fork I was holding. It clattered to the ground. "Father. . . . You can't!" I cry. He looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry, Aimee. But you know that a woman of your stature is expected of many things. One of these things is having a lover by their coming of age." I hear his words, but I can't find the words to reply. Aimee, if you don't find a lover by the end of the year, I must choose one for you, do your understand? I nod grimly. Good. I hope  you know that you will learn to love the one I choose if it should come to it. He got up and left. I stare at my tea. I can't believe this. . . I have to choose a lover by the end of the year?! That only gives me seven months! How am I supposed to fall in love with someone in seven months?!? I wolf down my piece of cake and drink my tea in one gulp. I cut myself another piece of cake and wolfed it down as well. Miss Aimee, a maid began. What?! I say angrily, cutting more cake and pouring myself more tea. Uh, nothing. She squeaked. I stress eat. So what? I continue eating and drinking until the tea pot was empty, and the cake was gone. I get up and storm off to my room.

Once I get to my room, I throw myself onto my bed. I don't move until I hear Missy come into my room with dinner. Gosh, it's dark in here. I hear her set down the tray and light some candles. I look up at her. I hate my life. I groan. Missy lit the fireplace. When she was done she sat on my bed. So. . . I heard that you had to find a lover. And if you don't find one by the end of the year, then you're father will find one for you. Is that true? I nod. Geez, I wouldn't want to be you. Yeah, your not helping. I grumble, getting up and walking to see what was for today's dinner. Today was lamb chops and mashed potatoes with gravy, raspberry juice, and a piece of watermelon for desert. I sit down and stuff mashed potatoes into my mouth. Missy sat down next to me. She watched me for awhile. You know, it can't be that bad. I nearly choke on a lamb chop. Not bad? Not bad?!? I shriek. It's terrible! I have to fall in love with someone in seven months, of my father will choose someone for me! Ok, ok! She said, holding her hands up in surrender. I stuff my face with more food. After I'm done eating, Missy cleared away the plates and left. I go to my bookshelf and grab a book. I take it back to my chair and read. After a while I thought I heard a noise. I look up, but don't see anything. I go back to my book but a loud thump made me leap too my feet. Ok, whose there?! I demand. When no one answered, I was beginning to think I lost my mind. I shake my head and sit back down. Suddenly my wardrobe door slammed open. I screamed and jumped to my feet. My clothes and shoes were flying everywhere, a female voice muttering. Despite being scared out of my mind, I strained my ears too listen. No. . . The voice mumbled. None of these are right. No! I have to look perfect! Toast has to notice me! Toast? I wonder aloud. Immediately, the voice goes quiet and stuff stopped flying out of my closest. I fumble with the doorknob, throw the door open and run straight to my fathers room.

Father! I cry flinging his bedroom door open. Aimee? What is it? He asked, standing up. I- I- uh. I stammer. What? A ghost! It's a ghost! In my room! A ghost? He echoed. Yes! It was going through my closet and I heard it talking about a toast? Father stroked his chin thoughtfully. You. . . You believe me, right? I ask. Yes, Aimee. I do. He sighed and signaled a butler. Yes sir? The butler asked. Father pursed his lips.

Bring me Jonathan Ghost and Jonathan Toast, the leaders of P.I.E.