I walked back to my room with a smile on my face. Tonight was amazing. I never knew James could be so sweet and charming considering he's a murderer. But for some reason, it doesn't bother me as much anymore.
I quickly took of my clothes and slip on a night gown. I scrubbed off all the makeup on my face and brushed through the curls in my hair. I slipped into bed and just laid there thinking of all the stuff that's happened in my life. And before I knew it I fell into a dream.
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It's been about 1 month since I began seeing James. He usually invites me for dinner every Friday and Tuesday. But I couldn't help but feel like I stole him from The Countess. He hasn't made it official yet. I knew that they aren't romantically bonded but they are still married. I just can't help but feel like his mistress. But how could something so wrong feel so right. I know I have strong feelings for him. And I don't expect him to divorce Elizabeth. But maybe some day we'll finally be together.

Today was a special day. It's not exactly happy though. Today marks the day of my mothers death. I decided to visit her grave. I took a train from Los Angeles to Salem, Massachusetts. Most witches are buried here in a special cemetery. One that's protected from the human eyes. To get there, you'd have to travel through the dark forest, cross the lake and finally try and avoid the pack of enchanted wolves. Only magical beings could pass through.
I slowly walked to my mothers grave and gently laid the bouquet of white Lily's, her favorite. I wiped her tomb stone clear of dirt until I could finally see the engravings.

Here lies
a mother
a daughter
And a friend
Edith Marie Carter
1875 - 1915

An overwhelming amount of sadness wash over me as I recall all those happy days before her untimely death. I could feel the heavy tears rolling down my red pale cheeks. Suddenly I hear someone cough up. I looked up to see a man, no older than me, holding out a handkerchief. I slowly took it and dabbed my cheeks dry. I hear some rustling beside me and realize he took a seat down.

"Was she your mother?" I hear him ask. I look up and see him gesture to the tomb Stone. I nodded.

"You must've been close" I nodded again and sniffed. I gently rub the small clothing on my cheeks.

"Yes very close" I turned to face him. I carefully took in his features. Slightly tan skin, sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. It was not a doubt that this man was very handsome.

"Not to be rude but, why are you here?" I asked him politely. I coughed slightly to clear my throat out.

"I just came to visit my mother and father" he smiled softly. "then I noticed you crying" I blushed furiously. How embarrassing. I chuckled.

"And I thought 'why not approach her and keep her company. Now here I am" he waved his hands around doing the jazz hands. I laughed softly.

"Thank you...?" I trailed on. I never actually got a name.

"Ben, Ben Goode" he held out his hand for me to shake. I gently grabbed it and shook back

"Alice Carter"

Okay so this is where the fun begins. We finally get to meet Ben Goode. And you know who else has that last name?
Oh and Picture of Ben is up There