Creative Writing: A Humorous Wedding

The first time Monsieur came to call, I was nervous, but vowed to Angelique that I would not show it. Mon père invited Monsieur de Lafontaine to our last barbeque of the season, which was usually a small affair with twenty to thirty invited guests.
I alone, was to entertain Louis de Lafontaine in the sitting room that morning for an hour prior to other guests arriving. That would give him ample time to talk one on one with me and then he would know whether he wanted to pursue a relationship or not. I actually had no say in the affair - that would be between him and my father; in the meantime, I intended to charm and seduce monsieur straight into a marriage proposal.
When the morning before the barbeque arrived, I was extremely disappointed. First, I awakened to find that Mother Nature had paid her monthly visit. The usual darkness that accompanied those visits encircled my eyes. I had several small
“Come in,” I snapped impatiently; not thinking enough time had passed for Monsieur to arrive, however, when Jenny said, ‘Miz Désirée, youse has a visitor,’ I thought I would swoon and I was not one to swoon, at least not unless it was on purpose. However, Anasazi’s visit had me wrought up and my nerves were fairly on edge.
“Am I late?” Louis de Lafontaine asked with a grin. “I actually thought I arrived early,” he said softly. I knew I was flushed because of my anger, but I also blushed. I could feel the warmth cover my cheeks. Strangely, his presence seemed to calm me.
“Oh, no sir,” I finally managed to say. “And I do apologize for my rudeness; I was just annoyed at one of the servants. Would you like something to drink, Monsieur Lafontaine?” I asked, fluttering my lashes at him and then looking down demurely, as Angelique had taught me to do.
“Please, call me Louis” he said smoothly, “Something cool to drink would be nice. It was a long dry ride up here.”
“You did not bring a carriage,” I asked