page_0: "Dear Diary,
At last! Alfred has asked me to marry him and I have accepted. I feel like I must burst with all this joy! He promised me that we'll leave this estate and open a little inn together with his savings. He says that my excellent cooking will guaranty our success. He is too kind. He is great! Oh I love him soooo much!
I can hardly pay attention to my work anymore! Just the sight of Alfred sends shivers of excitement up my spine. When I ran into him today in the dining hall he flashed me such a smile that I dropped the dishes into the patio glass and broke one. I am lucky the Lord is too busy fussing over his guest too pay any attention.
I have lifted some honey cakes from the kitchen for him; if he comes tonight I will give them to him. He loves honey cakes, and I crave the taste of his tender kiss..."
page_1: "Alfred... is dead..."
