Sacred Heart Diaries
Chapter One
April 15, 1787
It is the morning after the masquerade and my body is sore. Not from dancing or
perching at the edge of some ancient marquessa's seat while I pretended to be
enthralled with some ridiculous story of her maid having burnt a stocking and
the beating that followed. No, not from anything so mundane am I sore, but from
an evening of thorough lovemaking! Yes, I confess as much, here, in secret.
I arrived at the masquerade in the company of Veronique and her parents.
Quickly, Veronique made her way to the masked Sebastian to identify him to me as
such. He looked my way once, across the room, while they talked, but then he
disappeared! I felt as if I would die there on the floor. But then Veronique,
after many more minutes of talking with some of the assembled lords, made her
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