Dedicated to my bf, yes again. Say what? I really need to make him feel loved, y'all know? But next time maybe one of my readers will deserve it? Just let me know what you think about my story. Yes, here, below. ;)
14th July 1819
I love my little jewellery box. It is made of
amber, it is impressing, astonishing, artistic, and valuable. I have here quite
a lot of jewels from France. Ces bijoux sont mon cœur (this jewelry is my
heart). I am dressing up in my diamonds while William is shaving. He says that
toilette est important and well-maintained sideburns make him feel more like a
man. And I agree with him. I like very much to feel this delicate facial hair
under my fingers, and he likes when I am admiring his face closely. My spiny
teddy bear! Moreover, he shines manly when he stands like this and shaves like
this. Ah! He is such a tasty morsel of creamy cake. Women have always been
crazy about him, but he is in 100% only mine and he always will. Anyways, the
house and more fancy objects wait for a description.
Next to the jewellery box is standing an elegant
clock with music box, which looks very exotic and fancily. This style is distinctive.
It always plays a beautiful match at midday. I love such home decorations. This
clock we bought in the way to this village. There is big city not too far from
here. By the way of shopping, I heard it is inspired by East culture but made
in one of our native manufactures of majolica. Beautiful handcraft. I am proud
of our artists.
Yesterday I presented you a relation of philosopher’s
visit. My husband was unbelievably jealous, but happily I controlled the
situation. Do you know, my diary that it was not the first time? I am not
talking only about that high man concern, but also about the shooting. Once something
like this has already taken place. Imagine how this case ended… Yes. Funeral.
My old admirer cannot breathe for so long now because William won the battle.
His enemy died another day because of the shooting wound. I think it was two
years ago. We were a fresh start marriage couple, Mary was so small, and that
poet rolled up to us, I do not even remember how. Well, sad ending, but that is
how it ends when somebody really must throw in someone’s relationship few own
coins.
The parlour meeting tomorrow. We must finish
preparing. Tomorrow evening, I will let you know how it was, what happened. I
cannot wait normally! We prepared so many attractions, but I cannot reveal any secrets
now.
However, I was wondering last night how to name our son when
he appears on Earth. Obviously at first, I must be sure that he will. I must be
sure that the day of termination of a pregnancy would come, but I can share the
name already now – William Junior!
Now I really must be ending.
Or maybe not? It is so nice to sit by my dressing
table, around the jewellery box and the clock with music box. Beyond the corner
of my eye I am watching my husband. It is genuinely nice. Only my little girl
needs to come and… William should buy us a cat. Yes! She would be meowing to us
now, purring and playing with our daughter. It will be a good occasion for her
to learn what responsibility is.
William, sweetie! I have a request for you!
Mary came indeed. The end of the note. This time
for real.
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