Deartest Journal,

I must be the happiest woman alive, now that my plans have come to fruition and may grow in the light instead of the shadows. Today I write you not as the former Miss Lucille Flint, but rather as the new Mrs. Ace Lukeson. (How beautiful that looks before my eyes!)

Ace and I have run away to be married and in a ceremony at Gretna Green last night we said our scared vows. Nothing could take this happiness away from me. How Lady Luck has blessed my life.

We are in a villa in Italy for our honeymoon and the sun shines gently in. My dear husband is asleep in the bed behind me, but I could not hold these thoughts in any longer.

I am the luckiest woman in the world.

Mrs. Lucille Lukeson