Red Diamonds
By: PoeticChick
I am not a
difficult man! I am simply used to getting what I want, and right now Satine is
what I want. It puzzles me, really, why she does not feel the same way about
me. I’m not a conceited man, but I know that I have all of the qualities that a
girl looks for in a lover – I’m handsome, witty, charming, and I have lots of
money. I’m a Duke, for God’s sake!
I’m stumped. I truly believe I’ve run out of ways
to win her over, so I must conclude that the fault lies not in me but in her.
She is beautiful beyond beautiful – exquisite, really. With her fiery red hair
and ivory skin, she is absolutely breathtaking. Perhaps she’s a little lacking
in the head; the most attractive girls often are. Too-tight corsets can have
that effect, I’ve heard. That must be it: she’s lovely but a little slow, a
little dimwitted. That’s it, then, that’s why she hasn’t taken to me.
But how can I show her how much I love her? I know!
I’ve encountered many a girl that got offended because I seemed to care more
about her body than her mind. Silly little things. I suppose I’ll have to show
Satine that I love her for her mind, however slow it may be. Let’s see. I could
bring her a book of verses by her favorite poet – but I don’t know who that is.
I could take her to an art exhibit at her favorite museum – but I don’t know
what that is, either. I know! Wait, no, I don’t know what kind of music she
enjoys. Well, there goes that idea.
Warner! Damn, where is that man? I want a glass of
brandy. Warner! Warner! Ah, there he is. Yes, brandy, right away. Anyway, where
was I? Letting her know that I’m in love with her mind – eh, well, it seems
that I’m not. But my love for her is so fierce, so strong! It’s like nothing
I’ve ever felt before, except for that time with the girl from