monotony
Mother and Father and I have just returned from having dinner at the manor of Estette and Philippe Leo. They are very gracious hosts but I could not bring myself to have any fun. I can sense that something is amiss but Father insists it's nothing. I enjoyed my time at the Leos' well enough. Their son, Jean-Pierre, is only a few years younger than I am, and since he is away in New York (he and Philippe went there on business and Jean-Pierre stayed behind for an extra week), I had to make due making conversation with Estette and Philippe, who are pleasant enough but are far too interested in hatmaking. Life is rather slow-paced. I want nothing more than to get out of here, to go to school in some far away land and make some lovely, charming man fall for me so we can run away together into the sunset.
But I am a realistic woman and I know it will never happen. I will stay here and be educated and then I will take over the family business and settle into a life of quiet monotony with whomever my parents decide I must marry. I will go to finishing lessons and I will go mad with raising the children of a man I don't love.
I have been thinking of Tamaki often. I shouldn't love him anymore but I do.
But I am a realistic woman and I know it will never happen. I will stay here and be educated and then I will take over the family business and settle into a life of quiet monotony with whomever my parents decide I must marry. I will go to finishing lessons and I will go mad with raising the children of a man I don't love.
I have been thinking of Tamaki often. I shouldn't love him anymore but I do.