I woke up with bitter taste in the mouth it must be caused by yesterday's apples which must have been unripe. So I get up from my bed and go in front of my dresser and I fix my reflection in the mirror I see curls in my brown hair my locks are tangled I lift my frank to better look at my black eyes my pink hands caress my face up 'touched my pink lips I open my mouth I'm looking for said a word but I can't do it and I resign myself by closing my mouth there I take off my satin dress and decided to put on my orange dress with frills yellow I sit on the chair of my bedroom table facing this mirror where I take my brush to untangle my hair and to finish it all I take an orange ribbon that I tie on my head I wear my slippers and put on my ballerinas and I go down the stairs for lunch as my steps go I felt uncomfortable because its always the same cinema the good and the servants them all stop their jobs to compliment me in the eyes of all the nice men of the court M.de sevigne had the most beautiful girl in france who turns the heads of all men of all ages and kills all women with jealousy but so beautiful this child is the devil punishes her by giving him the greatest shyness in the world this girl although able to speak, she was never able to speak to any individual like her mother or father but provided with an angelic voice which serves to distract the court during her singing performances in which she does not say a word but whispers that sound but which allows a whole room in a row, my eyes intensify which terrifies me in the end my mother left the guest lounge and the servants continued their work arrives at the same level as my mother I bowed in greeting, she was moved as most of the time every thing I did was considered a divine act, so she and I decided to leave the manor and walk around. ns the garden there she told me of her desire to get engaged but she never met no young man with an essence as divine as mine which disappointed her particularly so I always remained as impassive because the roof I didn't like it so my mother remembers the taste which she organizes to find me a fiance she rolled up her dress gently to avoid my crumpled up and walked quickly to finalize the taste so I continued my walk in the garden until I arrived below the orange tree or I massaged on the ground and I slept under this good smell of Orange.

it 'a burning smell in my sleep I felt my heart racing I wanted to scream but I can't do it I felt someone woke me I was surprised he was a good looking good man dressed he was red with green eyes shaking my eyes well I realized my mistake it was not a man but a child he woke me up because he saw how I was crying my ego dictated my conduct and I stood up and pushed him because I was ashamed to see a kid worried about me from the height of my 15 years then the kid said to me you sing well the I turned red with shame and wanted to ask him how he knows it I brought my face closer to his and left him my look blacker the he was scared and said that I sing like an angel and he did not understand why I do not answer him I moved away from him and I went away in anger and covered with shame then the my mother who my saw my immediately sent me shower and changed meGoing up the stairs I made so much noise that my mother was shocked in my room I undress slowly in front of the mirror to contemplate my porcelain skin and thinking about this little scoundrel I blushed in shame and went to the shower the domestic one put her to degrease dust when she had to wash my hair I sank in the bathtub I saw a second person entered who approached the bathtub and sought to drowned me I struggled like crazy then the person released me and when I got up I wanted to accuse my servant but I realized that there was nobody then I took my breath and got up and I took my towel so when entering my room the maids began to pompom me and get dressed around the afternoon had tasted theirs I went down with grace and elegance and all eyes were on meall eyes were on me the more I felt the eyes on me the more I raised my head and gave the air haughty I raised my chin with audacity then arrived at the end of the steps there I was surprised by 3 young man who had to have little near my age group were placed at the bottom of the stairs each handing me a gift The first one was blond and big in size with a square jaw and beautiful green eyes he looked like an Italian and he handed me a bouquet of roses this bouquet was made up of pink roses red rose and indian rose I walked in front of him then crossed it ignoring and passed to the next one it had the typical profile of an Englishman black eyes black hair a small hat on his head his hands covered with glove with an impeccable tuxedo handed him a box with a magnificent emerald necklace this resplendent necklace was worth a fortune despite that I told him how dare you bring me such a hideous jewel there I tra pour it without saying anything and pass to the last candidate who was simpler to him the profile of a French brown hair and brown eyes he imposes a certain presence he handed me a box filled with a collection of sweets that I was still passing then having crossed all his young

there I saw the same little child that early in the morning he handed me a wreath of orange blossom I took his crown and placed it on my head as a headdress everyone was suprised by my choice but it was already madeThe party was in full swing everyone was dancing singing and having so much fun except our dear life who seemed to be having fun dying looked from left to right his mother having noticed him pulled his daughter and the presentation to the young count of Bordeaux she recognized this young man who was the one who wanted to seduce her with a vulgar chocolate box without warning her his mother pushed her in the direction of this young man so that he would go for a walk the two teenagers went out together and walked around the garden arms folded under the magnificent full moon the boy in question this name Stéphane he was 19 years old and was from a noble family this was the only information that I retained from him because the rest was extremely annoying during the stroll life bored even more there she noticed that they were approaching the fountain and she decided to push him into the water then take flight, giggling she saw the same little boy again but this this time under the orange tree he had dozed off she sat down next to him and stroked his hair she found him so beautiful he was divine so innocent she wanted him whole for herself alone on a dash she kissed her she would never know if it was more love or a deep hidden maternal instinct that had just emerged the boy this woke up and I jumped because threw surprise then he grabbed me by the blow I was moved because it was my first time this gesture was warm and comforting the he said that it was not my fault that he had followed his mother speak to mine and he understands why I'm not talking he says he's going to help me I was crying I didn't know why but I was crying after our overwhelming emotion we went back to the manor together my mother threw me a black glance the I had to conclude from ste..Stéphane was back soaked the mother of the little boy took it from my hands I wanted to ask his name but I resigned myself at the end of fear it was the end of what tasted. The next morning threw in a bad mood because my little angel was far from me like a little God due to my bad mood I decided to dress in red with frills of the same colors while leaving my hair loose my mood it was noticed so when I left the room the servants were afraid to face my gaze I continued my walk as I walked down the stairs I transmitted my mood to the servant then I went out to go to the terrace to have tea with my mother herself was surprised by my mood and she asked me if he got it she ordered the butler to go get me a sheet and a feather there I write that I want it my mother was surprised and she said who do you want ? And I write this little boy who offered me the wreath of flowers there she was surprised and asked me why I write I just want her all there I got up