Hamlet,
I have to deny your letters. I can not accept the love of someone from such a higher class. It is not conventional, and my dear father and brother disapprove. We do not believe your love is factual. Men of your class only want one thing from women of my class, and I am not that ignorant to fall for it.
Although there are feelings of mine that I can not express because of my father, Polonius and my brother, Laertes. Expressing this would be disloyal to my family. I’m truly apologetic for the return of your letters, but I did what is right, I did what is expected of me. And that, my Hamlet, is how it has to be.
Ophelia
