It was way past ten o'clock when Oscar decided to walk along the Jarjayes Mansion garden. Her father had just retired for the night but she, on the other hand, found sleep elusive that she decided to take a night stroll around their garden. She was lost deep in thought, her long white night dress almost brushing the grass. She sat by the water fountain in the middle of the garden. The moon was bright and she caught her reflection on the water and stared at herself critically. Cool blue eyes, the color of the sky stared back at her. Her wavy blond hair as bright as the sun tousled by the wind. She shivered against her thin white laced night gown.
I don't look so bad, she thought. She rarely sees herself clad in women's feminine clothes that she never knew the extent of her beauty. She thought she looked pretty ordinary as looking beautiful was not among her priorities, little did she know that even clad in masculine army uniform she was outstandingly beautiful.
She looked at the sky and wondered about the coming party her father's friend and technically her Commander in the army, General Bouille, was organizing in her honour. He and her father wanted her to meet possible suitors and prospective husbands. Marriage wasn't her priority but it didn't mean she wasn't interested. She wanted to get married...but only to one...Count Axel Von Fersen.
She saw a shooting star across the sky and wished that she would find love in this party. She knew there was only one love she wished and that is Count Fersen. She wondered if she could ever compete with The Queen in his eyes. The night was getting more chilly. She started back in the mansion and wondered if Count Fersen will be there to show interest in her or yet how many men of the nobility would show up to her party to show interest in her.
Her father said it was about time she quit the military and get married. But she didn't want to marry just anybody. Another shooting star grazed the sky and this time she wished Fersen would be there at her party.