(Flashback)
08/11/1460
Dear diary,
Today is my birthday but I just don't have the heart to act happy. Katherine wanted to organise a huge party for me bit I asked her not to... I don't think she listened though...
Johnathon agreed to have a picnic with me... We might even go to the graveyard and ask if papa will come out from behind the white leaf of death, just for the day mind you. I reckon he'd try to talk to the villagers.
Any way, must go...
Toodle pip!
Ravenna xd

I stop writing and look up from my desk. John is playing with the Bichon Frise pup. Its rather cute.

I gather my skirts and exit the conservatory doors into the garden. My black heel shoes make no sound upon the grass. It is morning and the birds are singing freely. I look back at the villa and Johnathon walks up to me with Tilly at his heels. She barks playfully and I lean down to ruffle her ears.

John puts his arm around me and we smile "Happy Birthday, sister." He says laughing slightly. I blush "Thank you, Brother." I reply, my green eyes looking into his hazel ones. He laughs slightly "Daydreaming again?" He asks "Why would you think such a thing?" I giggle. He gives me a slight shrug "Well, I don't know, you looked miles away..." John says and I nod, Tilly lies down and yawns then starts chewing a tennis ball*, John laughs and I punch his shoulder slightly, "Missed you," he whispers.

*Yes, I know Tennis Balls weren't invented until 1480, sorry... Gotta be a little spontaneous.

(Present)

08/11/2019

I lounge on the sofa, it was a tradition that my brother and I would go on a picnic on my birthday... Now looks where we're at, trapped in a boring place that I can no longer call home.

My dog barks at me, alerting me that somebody is outside, his name is Panther, he's a border collie. No less than thirty seconds after, the doorbell rings and I swing myself into the sitting position. I turn off the radio as it starts playing Dominic Fike. Panther runs after me nipping at my heels as they click down the winding corridor. I reach for the door handle and hear receding footsteps. I slightly hold my breath then open it. The breeze rushes in and I shiver, pulling my dress tightly around me, I keep Panther at bay and call out "Yes?". The man who turns around smiles, I vaguely recognize him as he walks back up the drive. He doffs his cap at me "Miss Petrova?"