June 2nd, 1789

The weather is warmer now, and the gardens have all of the flowers out. The shades of pink and gold and green are enough to warm the heart of anyone who sees them.
The sun is out now, and the King and Queen are sitting out in the garden, in a gazebo. I wonder what it would be like to sit there, in the sun, wearing a beautiful dress while attendants catered to my every need.
It would be wonderful, I suppose.

May 12th, 1789

I have spoken to Nicole again, and I have begged her not to leave. I told her of the dangers that she would face.
“I know,” she said, “But I have to. I feel like a bird who’s wings are clipped. I need to fly. I will find a way to leave. I know the reasons I cannot, but that will not stand in my way.
“Please don’t leave me. You are my only friend. If you leave, who will I talk to? Who will I look forward to seeing again?”
“I will stay a bit longer, until September at least.”
So this is it. I have only a few more months with my only friend. When August comes, I don’t know what I will do.