Entry #2

Dear Diary,


 
  Autumn has always been my favorite season. The way the leaves turn into a thousand shades of fire and gold always makes my heart sing. I often find myself lost in the beauty of it all, wandering the gardens and watching the leaves dance in the wind. It's in these quiet moments that I feel most like myself, far away from the grand halls and their echoing laughter.


 
  Life at the manor has been the same, with its endless cycle of events and gatherings. I still feel like a shadow in these grand affairs, especially next to Cynthia. She's been the talk of the town lately, with her charm and beauty. I'm happy for her, I truly am, but I can't shake off the feeling of being invisible.


  A few nights ago, we hosted another of Father's prestigious banquets. As usual, Cynthia was the star, floating through the room with such grace. I tried to mingle, but it felt like moving through a sea of strangers. I overheard whispers, comparisons between Cynthia and me. "Andrielle is just not like her sister," they said, not knowing I was within earshot. It stung, Diary. More than I'd like to admit.


  There was a particularly old section I discovered, filled with books that seemed to whisper secrets. Each time I chose one from the shelf, it felt like embarking on a unique journey, a grand adventure laid out just for me. It made me think about the choices we make and how they set the course of our lives, These books make me dream of a life different from the one I'm expected to lead. A life of adventure, maybe even love. . Perhaps one day, I too will have grand adventures and find the love I dream of, not knowing what destiny holds for me.


  Speaking of love, I've noticed someone new among the staff. His name is Eliot, a gardener's apprentice. He's different from the rest, always with a shy smile and a gentle nod whenever our paths cross. Today, I saw him rescuing a bird with a broken wing. There's a kindness in him that's rare. I wonder if he likes the stars too.


  Anyway, it's late, and the stars are calling. Maybe tonight, I'll make a wish. A wish for something... or someone, who sees me for me.


  Until next time,


 
  Andrielle