Day 3

Today was the day of Mother's party! I spent this morning and the better part of this afternoon choosing my outfit and styling my golden locks. I'm sure I saw Fialma staring enviously at the gleaming jewels in my gorgeous hair. I can understand why- her hair is rather thin and unattractive with split ends, not to mention she lacks the imagination and style to create the seducing effect needed in this creative skill. It's no wonder she is in her twenties and unattached. I suppose I could give her a few pointers, but I'm too busy planning to seduce a particular young Countess. She's just out of luck.

Day 4

There's a ball tonight, and I still haven't decided whether I'll grace everyone with my presence. I found Fialma amongst my collection of satin slippers and asked if she had seen my missing silver laced cloak, she said she hadn't touched it. Curious. I know she did. My mother and sister are dressed. (Fialma, may I mention, wore my ruby satin slippers and placed my best diamonds on her dreadful head of hair.)

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