September 12th, 1894

Dear Monsieur,

I thought I might write to you and let you know that I had settled back in. I suspect you have heard about the scandal involving you and my mama. The silly gossip mongers. It gave me a little laugh to hear, but c'est la vie.

This year so far has been, peculiar? This is a word for it but I'm not sure that is it, my friends are treating me differently and I don't know why? I will endure, but i feel a little lonely, even though I am surrounded by the same people who i have spent four years with.

I am not one who wishes after silly things so I accept that we have determined our friendship will not develop beyond it's social bounds, but my mind wanders and I sometimes find myself thinking of you when I am alone and all is quiet around me.

I hope you shall still write.

Sincerely your friend,
Mademoiselle Violetta Elise DeCroix