There is to be a masked ball at the end of Carnival. I wonder if I should go. But as what? I would not need much make-up to pull that off. Or go as the Phantom, Leroux-style? The Opera Ghost's blood runs in my veins, proud and strong. It is a family secret, kept for generations to avoid persecution. Ah, but it is a couple of weeks away. A lot of time to think about it.
People are naturally suspicious of me. I do not understand why they are suspicious even when I look somewhat normal. With some of my masks I can look very normal, if not beautiful!
Paris is supposed to be the city of love. Yet, I have found no love and none has been given to me. It is all a lie! My frustration grows and multiplies each day. I just pray that the next time I go out in the daylight someone does not realize that I am wearing a mask. I don't know what would happen then, and I would be very afraid for their health.