Luisa: The Orphan Tale

Part XI: Diaries Of A Tragedy

Luisa rose the next morning. She felt a little more rested than she had in weeks it seemed.

She dressed in one of her plain dresses she'd bought in a little village they'd stopped in during their trip to Brest.

She went down to meet Dubois in his study as he'd told her to do the night previous.

He was sat looking over some letters as she entered his study.

"I'm ready to start my first day, Señor Dubois!" She said excitedly.

"Oh!" He said as he looked up at her. "Oh the house is clean enough, you needn't clean it if you don't want." He said.

"I'm happy to clean, Señor!" She said giggling.

"Oh well then there's some supplies in the closest by the balcony upstairs." He said. "Just don't clean the two rooms at the end of the east wing hallway. Those are...private." He said somberly.

"Of course, Señor." She said not admitting what she'd done the night previous.

"Well take your time!" He said smiling up at her. "Don't fret about the small stuff too much, all right?" He asked and she nodded and he sent her out with a wink.

She did her job and cleaned all that day and made that big old manor spotless, not a single speck of dust was anywhere to be found when she was done!

It was a nice break for her and it got her mind off the sadness and grief that gnawed at her heart and soul.

At the end of the day she had a nice conversation with Dubois in his study before she elected to get an early night as she was quite tired from the day.

Though she found herself just as restless as the night previous and couldn't sleep once more.

She got up and stared out her window, she looked at the sea that the moonlight beautifully beamed off of. She smiled thinking about Chloe and Elise but that always brought tears with it and she needed another distraction.

Against her better thought she decided to head to the rooms she'd been in previously.

She snuck out again and into those rooms looking for something else interesting. She didn't find anything in the master bedroom but she did find something in the girl's room. She'd been looking around the desk and under it was a little secluded drawer. In it she found a diary.

She opened it and flipped its pages and it seemed like an ordinary adolescent girl's diary. She was shocked to see it was written in Spanish. The name said "Carlota Dubois Tacoronta." Until she got to the later entries. They were dated twenty years ago from when Luisa was reading it.

Seventeenth of April, 1728

I am in love! This girl I met at the schoolhouse! She is the most wonderful young miss I have ever met!

She's older than I by four years, as I am fourteen years of age as of March she is eighteen.

Her name is Genevieve De Gaulle! She is so magnificently intelligent and fabulously beautiful.

She doesn't even mind I'm a third Moorish, the other girls there give me such grief about it!

We always talk during our free time and we've been lately meeting each other whenever we can!

Is it normal to feel such a way towards another girl? My, I'd marry the girl now if I could!

-Carlota