It's all finished now.

PRIVATE TO CALLIDORA AND CHARIS
I spoke with our parents and though it was not as terrible as I imagined it could be, it was still very unpleasant. I am no longer welcome in our family's home, and Mother said I am never to speak to her again. That was to be expected.

PRIVATE TO SELF
I don't know what I was expecting, exactly. I thought Daddy would be more reasonable, that he'd be able to see past all of this trite nonsense. I thought he loved me more than all of that, or at least enough to look at this as me choosing what makes me happy. Why did he refuse to say a word to me, or even look at me? Am I never to speak to him again? What about my sisters? I promised that sisterhood would last forever, no matter what. And yet I find myself in a position where some choices have been made for me and I've made my choices upon those positions. I am not despicable because I love a certain person who doesn't meet his and Mother's standards. I am finished. This is finished.