She opened her diary. The paper was white as snow and absolutely clear. What she liked most, it also smelled like flowers. She didn't know the name of these flowers, yet she knew that she would be delightful to grow them in her garden. What is it she was going to write here? She didn't dare to think, her hands trembling, her heart beating fast. Letters to her prince appeared in her mind and she could scarcely throw them away.