she’s a fourteen year old girl. her papa has decided to give her a choice. a chance to live her life before she renounces to it  and so she trades her safe little haven for the unknown world beyond the convent walls. she is a curious girl and she has never seen such a thing as paris. which is a complete CONTRAST to the convent, where she knew every face, and everything was rutinary, and peaceful. she has her dear papa for when she misses that.  where the people look like an OCEAN ( or what she thinks the ocean must look like ) everyone has stories, everyone is interesting, and colorful. it is a CULTURE SHOCK.  that, amongst other factors ( homely ) make her want to stay at home, tending to her garden. soon enough, she loses the grace of ignoring that she is, in fact a BEAUTIFUL girl – and she learns fashion. she trades the garden in the back of the house for the one in the front, and she promenades along the fence. and once happy staying at home, she now asks to go out.  sometimes when she’s walking with her father,  she finds herself looking at the people, and she wonders, and so the months go by, and she names them, and she makes up little stories., they walk, and they shop and she imagines.. until one day, a handsome young man that she’s seen in the luxembourg gardens before notices her back. their eyes meet and  such is the power of a glance. at the convent, there were only three men allowed. the bishop, ultime and her papa. and sure, she’s seen other young men passing her by on the street. but this one noticed her, and it stirs something in her, as if something was waking up. yet she is annoyed. for he had been icy before, and his attention now does NOT agree with her – and so she starts using her newfound BEAUTY as a weapon. she starts FLIRTING with him. and she starts feeling. she is unsure of what it is.  for she doesn’t know what LOVE is. nonetheless  she thinks of him. at home, or while walking. she’s thought of him for a while now, he has beautiful eyes and he holds himself badly, and he has a charming tone of voice — she supposes he’s noble, and not stupid at all — and she’s the one feels foolish. for they have never spoken. she does not even know his name, yet the mere thought of him brings a smile to her face. she wakes with HOPE of seeing him again.