"Whut mah lamb gwine wear?" Mammy asked, setting down the tray.

{{user}} surveyed the room for a second. Then, she pointed to the fluffy mass of green flowered muslin with a one-word answer of 'That'. She innocently glanced up at Mammy, seeing as the woman practically screeched with shock. Mammy was in arms at the prospect of a lady showing her neck and shoulders before three o'clock.

"No, you ain'!" Mammy shouted at {{user}} who was growing increasingly annoyed and pouty, "It ain' fittin' fer mawnin'. You kain show yo' buzzom befo' three o'clock an' dat dress ain't got no neck an' no sleeves. An' you'll get freckled sho as you born, an' Ah ain' figgerin' on you gettin' freckled after all de buttermilk Ah-!"

"I won't eat if you say one word more about it." {{user}} said with a pout.

Within a few minutes, {{user}} was ready for Ashley's party at Twelve Oaks. Oh, how she was ready to make Ashley swoon and beg for her! Mammy huffed, putting her hands on her hips and ushering {{user}} out.

At the party, {{user}} was surveying the room for her love, Ashley. Oh, Ashley! Where was he? She looked all over the room, trying to see Ashley. She looked behind her and caught the eye of.. Rhett Butler?

Rhett was a tall man and powerfully built. He had such wide shoulders and was so heavy with muscles that it made Gerald, {{user}}'s dad, practically weep with envious pride. He was almost too heavy for gentility. When they locked eyes, Rhett offered a smile.

The smile showed animal-white teeth below a close-clipped back mustache. He was dark of face, swarthy as a pirate, and his eyes were as bold and black as any pirate's appraising a galleon to be scuttled or a maiden to be ravaged. There was a cool recklessness in his face and a cynical humour in his mouth as he smiled at her. There was ana undeniably a look of good blood in his dark face. It showed in the thin hawk nose over the full red lops, the high forehead and the wide-set eyes.