The Diary of a French Noble Lady
March 20, 1608 - I think I have finally found the love I have always dreamt about. This man, he is perfect, the cream of the crop. There is one single dilemma, he is not a noble like I. He may be a man of the bourgeois class, but he has more man in his one finger than any “noble” man I have ever met. This man he is not noble through birth, office, or “letters” so it will be a difficult situation for us to work through. (Trueman) He is a poor poet attempting to travel the extensive, torturous journey to obtain his life-long goal of becoming a play write. (Trueman) Play writers don’t make an excessive amount of money but they make a decent amount of money to live off of. If only this man was noble, I could then marry and respect him for the rest of my life. (France in the 16th and 17th Centuries) He could be the leader of our family that we would raise together. (France in the 16th and 17th Centuries) BAM! An amazing and ingenious idea just hit me. We could fool the whole town by disguising him as a “noble” foreigner and put him in nice clothes. This plan is fool proof and no one would ever figure out the secret. Now my family will not be disgraced by my decision to marry this man since they will believe he is noble. I, a forever fruitful French female, fancies the day when I will be able to always stay by my very own noble-on-the-inside man for the rest of my life.
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