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Isabella Greenwich

Hello, I'm Isabella Greenwich, and this diary is the complete tale of my own experience of the first few days at Windsor. It started out as a picnic at Windsor, and then some smashed glass, a trip to hospital, and an opening door inside a cupboard. Read on to find out my story, but please read this small biography first to find out a bit about me, and my friends and family. I was born on the fifth of March, 1861, in London, England. Me and my family were poor. I was the youngest, and had 2 older siblings. Their names are Michael, who is now 21, and Rosalie, who is 19. My mother is called Margaret and is 45 in one month. On my 16th birthday, a frightful storm brewed, and me, Mother, Michael and Rosalie huddled in a damp, old doorstep. I was freezing, and despite Mother's efforts to keep me warm, my teeth couldn't stop chattering. It was around 9pm, I estimated, that Mother told me "It will soon be other, children. Someone will find us soon." That was the last I ever saw of them. But, indeed, someone found me soon enough. Robert O' Hale, a rich business socialite, found me for some unknown reason, and now we are engaged. The Queen has recently taken interest into something Robert does, and we are staying with her at Windsor for April and May, maybe even June. Then, in July, is the wedding. I do hope my own family are coming. Robert bought them a small cottage on the coast of Portsmouth, and we sent the invitations there. That is about all you need know about me now, and I hope you enjoy this. Robert says I should publish all of the diary, but I think I shall only publish part. Now, I must go, our luncheon is served. Goodbye!

Written by Bella Greenwich, Wednesday 8th April 1878