From the diary of the Bride:
Dear Diary,
I'm getting married tomorrow. So much good will come from this, I'm sure of it. But I can't help thinking about Leonardo. He's so much more of a man than my husband-to-be, and... No! What am I writing? I will not run off with Leonardo! I have a good life right now, and I am not going to shame myself and my family by leaving my husband, despite how dry he is. Leonardo just has so much life to him, like it's practically flowing out of him. He asked me to leave with him last night. It's so very tempting, just him and me, alone... No! I can't forsake my husband! What would his mother say? Oh, who am I fooling? I know I will run off with him. I shouldn't though. I must be mad for even considering it. But I can't help it. It's decided then. During the wedding, we will sneak out, undetected, and make for the river, which we will follow into the woods. This will probably be the last time I write in here. To anyone who reads this, this is goodbye.
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