Diary entry 1: Meeting Amelia

Today is my first meeting with Amelia, the woman father recommended for me to see. He has been adamant that this meeting should occur and has praised and, quite frankly, ranted about her beauty and assets, to the point that in an worn out with it and can't believe that any woman could possess such a rapturous beauty. However, when I knocked on her small cottage door and, to my genuine surprise and pleasure, found the woman in front of me opening the door was a beautiful as my father had reported. But then when has my father ever been wrong eh? 

Her house was simple, simplicity in its every facet, much like herself from what I have gathered. She has been brought up well however, as she seems to make quick work with whatever household duties her father wishes her to complete. Her father seems to be very respectful and honest, two traits I and my father admire alike. He is strong in his ability to lead his household yet mild and calm in his decorum with seniors. This has clearly been passed onto his daughter, who mimics these qualities with a perfection I didn't think possible. Her long brown hair tumbles down just below her shoulders and her pale cheek is accentuated by a rosy red spot upon it, similar to the colour of her lips. She does not appear to know much about literature or industry or law or, frankly and kind of academia. The intellectual gap between us is vast yet our morals seem the same and that is what matters the most.

I like her very much I must say. We are meeting again in a fortnight where I shall be taking her to an opera, her first time going in sure. I am glad to have met her as father insisted on me doing. She seems to hold just the kind of sound moral health I have been searching for.