Scarlett was humming with excitement when she slipped into the booth at the Bazaar. She was excited to be at a party. She couldn't believe her luck when Mrs. Meriwether came and told them they needed their help. Melanie and Aunt Pittypat didn't want to go because they were in mourning but Scarlett with Mrs. Merriwether's help got them to agree to go. That was the only way Scarlett could go. Even though she wasn't Charles' widow she was still held to a standard where she still had to mourn for Charles.

Scarlett looked out from her booth and thought how beautiful everything looked. The ladies from the hospital committees did a great job of decorating the old armory. She watched as the old armory came to life when the bazaar started. She enjoyed looking at the different dresses that the famous Captain Butler had brought in. She was humming along to the music.

After awhile Scarlett started to get bored. She just hated the fact that she was stuck in the booth and she wasn't allowed to be out on the floor flirting with the men like the other eligible girls. It wasn't fair. She was prettier than them and here she was stuck behind the booth in a plain lilac dress having to pretend that she mourned for her dead fiancée. She was just grateful that she didn't marry him because wearing dull colors was better than wearing black and not having a life. At least with a dead fiancée after a decent time of mourning she could start being courted again. There was life after a dead fiancée compared to no life being a widow.

Soon the dancing will start and Scarlett would have to set here watching while Maybelle or Fanny lead the reels as the Belles of Atlanta. It just irked her that it wouldn't be her. She was just sitting there stomping her feet and looking out into the happy throng of people when she felt someone staring at her. She looked up and saw that she had caught the eye of an extremely handsome man staring at her. He seemed familiar but she couldn't place him. She smiled and curtsied for him. She then looked on in horror when he smirked at her. It was the same smirked that had haunted her in her dreams. It was Rhett Butler and he was walking toward their booth. She tried to run so she could hide in the backroom where the refreshments were at but her skirt got caught on a nail.

"Allow me Miss O'Hara," said Rhett.

Rhett bent down and removed her skirt of her dress from the nail. She looked up into his face with horror. She was horrified that this man who knew the truth of what happened between her and Ashley was standing in front of her. She never thought that she would see him again and here he was. What was she going to do?