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The hatred that turns through our blood has been called forth once again. Started by our imbecile servants and ending with my hot-headed nephew, Terzo. The prince has had enough of our childish rivalry and I have come to agree. What has happened was done long ago and should be been put to rest at my wedding. But manly proud makes amends difficult to come by. My husband amuses me so as I recall how he called for his sword. He who is crippled with old age and should be calling for a crutch. I laugh at his need to be a young man. Speaking of young men, I will have to talk to Terzo about his temper for it will be the end of him. In the meantime, I must hurry back to get Juliana ready for the annual Colombera party and for Count Paris. She is not excited about meeting him as I am about her future marriage. Juliana worries about love but she will learn to love him as I have failed for my husband. I will admit within these pages that I loathe my husband and wish for little contact with him as possible. I feel like I have deceived my daughter by not putting on face.
But it's too late for that now. As I enter my home, my nerves get to me. I can't help but feel as if things can go terribly wrong. What? I do not know. I call forth my daughter's nurse and ask her for Juliana. My daughter must be presentable and lovely for this party so that nobody would forget her.