Dear diary,

Tonight I learned once and for all, from the lips of Count Rees Morfilod himself, that I am rightfully Lady Oighrig Kerr Morfilod.

Also: requiescat in pace, Count Rees Morfilod.

(No, diary, you don't have to call me Lady anything.)

Missing Mostyn.

love,
Effie

Dear diary,

A certain selkie of our mutual acquaintance finds herself in possession of a boyfriend.

I'm positively giddy, diary. I need to pay attention lest I just float off!

love!,
Effie

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Dear diary,

What an odd week it has been. Met lots of people at the party on Thursday, and then made U angry. I really do need to stop doing that.

Also, diary, please remind me that the next time I am in the afterlife I am to remind Grandmother to keep better records, especially as regards marriage certificates.

love,
Effie

Dear diary,

I actually slept last night. Poor Mos kept me company until I fell asleep.

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Dear Diary,

Today I have to hurt a friend so that someone else can't hurt her more.

I wish I had never gone out tonight.

yours in despair,
Effie