Chapter 12 (1/2)

After having walked away – at least temporarily – from Charles, I returned to the ballroom as if nothing had happened.

I walked into the living room refreshed, dispensing greetings and courtesies to all the guests. The daughter of the Marquis pointed out to me that I had some petals still through my hairs, but I quickly found an excuse without getting perturbed. The evening ended peacefully and I managed to excellently interpret my role of “perfect daughter”.

The next day I found myself waiting impatiently that the gate of our building would got open: I was standing outdoor, strut, in a point from which I could see with pride the extension of the park to the main entrance. The sun was beating strong, and so that i would not have got burnt, my maid made me shade with an umbrella.

She was supposed to arrive soon: I couldn’t wait!

<< Come on, please, come quickly! >>.

I was so excited that I soon found myself smiling, when I heard the sound of a carriage stopping at the gate.

<< She has arrived! >>.

<< Please Miss, please get over here >>.

The gate opened to let in the carriage: the domestic urged me to move to the side of the road, but I refused.

<< No, I’ll wait here >>, I said stubbornly, remaining motionless in the middle of the driveway.

Since I had been waiting for her arrival for all that time, I wanted at all costs that she would have noticed me once entered, and that she would not have passed with the coach without seeing me – either by distraction or deliberately.

Being stopped in the middle of the road, she couldn’t have avoided to see me in the point where I was waiting – not to mention that her carriage should have had to forcely stop in order to not hit me.

<< Okay miss… >>.

Seeing that I was so resolute even my maid gave up to convince me. She stood next to me indeed, keeping to shelter me from the sun with her parasol: I was very grateful, to her and to the servants, for their loyalty.

<< Finally!! And now stop!! >>, I said as soon as the carriage was in front of me.

The coachman, one of my servants, looked dismayed to me, I saw him turning to the person sitting inside the carriage sharing a few words with her. Then, the doors of the carriage opened and came down with a sigh Marie Toinette, my private teacher: she did not seem very happy that her arrival had been anticipated with such an enthusiasm.

<< Welcoming me in such a way could mean that you are full of desire to study today. I am grateful, Miss >>, she said approaching me.

<< Do not be stupid Marie, a genius like me can learn everything perfectly even without the desire to study. Actually I want to talk about something else today! >>.

<< You should watch your language, Miss. Contrary to what you seem to think, it is not easy to become a lady in every way >>.

On hearing these words, the coachman and the maid looked away.

<< Yes, yes, I agree… however, I must speak of an urgent thing Marie! >>, I cut short.