Well, you see, it's 1840, and I am Quentin's mistress. His marriage is a sham, and he comes to me for love and understanding. (I am the ONLY one who truly understands him, you see).
(Many is the night he comes to me and I am full of love for him....how else could I have given him so much of myself?) ROFL.
Anyway, we sometimes take trips to Paris together, where Quentin relaxes - he paints and reads, and I study piano with Frederic Chopin. In the evenings, we walk together along the Seine.
And that's pretty much it.
-CLC