I never wished to be sent there. I never would have guessed that I'd be serving Madame. But I'll never forget. Never.
I'll never forget how puzzled I was by the etiquette which nonexistent in my village of Rileaux. I'll never forget how I envied the prince and princess and their sons, their perfect family, and how it all ended in disaster. I'll never forget how the boys loved Stabdille I'll never forget the incident in the gardens, how embarassing it is to think about it today. I'll never forget when Papa died, how horrible I felt. I'll never forget the ball, how spectacular it was and how I thought the princess was poisoned. I'll never forget how shocked I when the prince, Duc de Bourgogne, and princess and then dear little Bretagne died. I'll never forget how terribly I felt when I was accused of poising members of the Royal Family. I'll never forget how I saved little Anjou. I'll never forget how puzzled I was when I learned I was going to St. Cyr-how Madame de Maintenon suddenly didn't seem so bad.
No, I shall never forget my life-changing time at Versailles. It will always, no matter what else happens in my life, be tucked inside my mind, never to leave. That's the one thing I'm sure of will never change.