Maman Monologue
Lettre I
ENSEIGNE DE FORTESQUE to ENSEIGNE DE LEMEMBRE
The most coincidental of circumstances, that even I couldn't have foreseen, has by fate’s way, occasioned. My first night back in Paris was an eventful affair, with it being the grande ouverture of Le Académie Royale de Musique, I was not sure what was more insufferable, my family’s extravagant reunion or the monotony of the “great” Italian Opera les Peines et les Plaisirs de l’Amour, you know better than anyone just how I déteste saccharine love stories with happy endings.
It was after the usual pleasantries of the grande Fortesque family reunion, after Maman had remarked how tall I’d grown, after my inconceivable imbecile of a brother noted how gentlemanly I looked, that fate’s thin …show more content…
I still can’t come to terms with her astounding effrontery in her obvious preference for my seemingly parfait brother, Guillaume, it really does tar my mood. “Look how he treats her!” Remarked Maman nodding towards Guillaume and his soon-to-be bride as he kissed her hand, an adoring twinkle in his eye. “They are going to be so happy in their nouvelle maison, Chateau de Benir sur Marseille!” My anger was very close to bubbling to the surface I tell you mon amie. My little stint in the army temporarily sidelined me but now I’m a force to be reckoned with, time for my rules. Welcome Charlotte Beausejour to our own little game of chat et …show more content…
It was as if François had wanted to be caught, the door was left carelessly open for all of France to see. Maid gossip assured that it was the talk of the town before we even dined at breakfast, Charlotte’s hushed dismissal was flurry of protests and tears as we couldn’t possibly be associated with her tarnished chastity more than we already were. The disgrace! I suspect she’ll live out her days as an old maid, poor girl, just a pawn in François’ sick
ENSEIGNE DE FORTESQUE to ENSEIGNE DE LEMEMBRE
The most coincidental of circumstances, that even I couldn't have foreseen, has by fate’s way, occasioned. My first night back in Paris was an eventful affair, with it being the grande ouverture of Le Académie Royale de Musique, I was not sure what was more insufferable, my family’s extravagant reunion or the monotony of the “great” Italian Opera les Peines et les Plaisirs de l’Amour, you know better than anyone just how I déteste saccharine love stories with happy endings.
It was after the usual pleasantries of the grande Fortesque family reunion, after Maman had remarked how tall I’d grown, after my inconceivable imbecile of a brother noted how gentlemanly I looked, that fate’s thin …show more content…
I still can’t come to terms with her astounding effrontery in her obvious preference for my seemingly parfait brother, Guillaume, it really does tar my mood. “Look how he treats her!” Remarked Maman nodding towards Guillaume and his soon-to-be bride as he kissed her hand, an adoring twinkle in his eye. “They are going to be so happy in their nouvelle maison, Chateau de Benir sur Marseille!” My anger was very close to bubbling to the surface I tell you mon amie. My little stint in the army temporarily sidelined me but now I’m a force to be reckoned with, time for my rules. Welcome Charlotte Beausejour to our own little game of chat et …show more content…
It was as if François had wanted to be caught, the door was left carelessly open for all of France to see. Maid gossip assured that it was the talk of the town before we even dined at breakfast, Charlotte’s hushed dismissal was flurry of protests and tears as we couldn’t possibly be associated with her tarnished chastity more than we already were. The disgrace! I suspect she’ll live out her days as an old maid, poor girl, just a pawn in François’ sick