Rebel with a Marquis Cause
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December 1st – The Marquis Diaries

Hey, readers (aka future me because let’s be real, who else is reading this?),

Today’s been...a mix. Mom’s on her usual perfectionist streak, running the school like a drill sergeant. Not that anyone’s surprised—she’s basically a walking to-do list with killer heels. Uncle Christian keeps trying to tell her to take it easy, but she just gives him that look. You know, the one that says, “I heard you, but I’m ignoring you completely.” Classic Mom.

Meanwhile, Uncle Dorian’s out here being his sarcastic self, poking fun at Christian for his old-school journaling habits. Honestly, it’s hilarious. Who writes with an actual pen anymore? And don’t get me started on his leather-bound journals—they look like they belong in a museum. Meanwhile, here I am, living in the future, typing this masterpiece on my laptop. (Points for efficiency, right?)

On a more serious note, I can’t help but feel a little...weighed down. Mom’s expectations are sky-high, as always. Sometimes I wish she’d loosen up, maybe even, I don’t know, have fun for a change? It’s exhausting watching her be so perfect all the time. Like, how does she even manage it? But I guess that’s just who she is, and maybe one day, I’ll get it. Maybe.

In other news, there’s some buzz about a winter event she’s planning for the students. Big secrets, fancy decorations, probably something ridiculously over the top. Sounds cool, but also, it’s just another excuse for her to stress. I wonder if John (aka her assistant and low-key hero) will talk her into taking a break. He’s probably the only one who has a chance of getting through to her.

Anyway, I’ve rambled enough for one night. Time to stream something that doesn’t require brainpower and call it a day.

Catch you later,
Chloe

December 2nd – The Marquis Diaries

Hello again, dear readers (aka my digital confidants).

Today felt like one of those days where everything’s happening, but none of it really involves me. Mom’s still deep in planning mode for the winter event. She’s been obsessing over the tiniest details—fabric swatches, table settings, guest lists. You name it, she’s micromanaging it. The students are buzzing, though. There’s a rumor going around about some kind of special guest, but Mom’s keeping it under wraps. Typical.

Uncle Dorian was in rare form at dinner, cracking jokes and poking fun at Christian. The latest target? His obsession with candle magic. I mean, apparently, there are “techniques” for lighting candles that I didn’t know existed. Christian just gave him the usual eye-roll and went back to scribbling in his journal.

As for me, I mostly stayed out of everyone’s way. I did sneak a peek at the winter event plans, though. If Mom pulls this off, it’ll be stunning. A little over the top, sure, but that’s her signature style. I just hope she remembers to actually enjoy it instead of stressing herself out.

That’s about it for today. Pretty quiet on my end. I’ll check back in tomorrow if anything exciting happens.

Until next time,
Chloe

December 3rd – The Marquis Diaries

Well, here we go. This might be the most intense entry I’ve ever written.

I found out something today—something huge. Something I’m still trying to wrap my head around. My father... the man I never knew, never even thought about much because Mom never talked about him... turns out he’s not just some ordinary guy who vanished from our lives. He’s something else entirely.

Mom finally told me the truth. My father isn’t some random man. He’s tied to things I didn’t think were even possible. She wouldn’t say his name at first—just said it wasn’t safe for me to know, like even saying it aloud could bring chaos down on us. But she admitted he wasn’t human. Not human.

I wanted to scream. To demand more. But all I could do was sit there, numb, while she talked about keeping me “protected” all these years. Protected from what, exactly? From him? From his world? Or from myself?

She says I don’t need to worry about him now, that he’s “out of the picture.” But that’s not enough. Who is he? What is he? And what does that make me?

Part of me is furious she kept this from me for so long. Another part of me is terrified of what else she’s hiding.

I don’t even know where to begin processing this. It’s like my entire life has shifted, like the ground I’m standing on isn’t as solid as I thought.

I need time. Time to think, to figure out what this means. And maybe, just maybe, time to decide if I even want to know more.

Until next time,
Chloe

December 4th – The Marquis Diaries

Hey, readers. It’s been a whirlwind couple of days, and honestly, I’m still trying to make sense of it all.

Where do I even start? I'm finding out my father isn’t who or what I thought he was. Or, instead, who I never really thought about at all. Mom dropped that bombshell, and it’s like the world shifted overnight. She’s still tight-lipped about the details, which is so typical of her. “You’ll understand in time,” she said. Mom? Because right now, it feels like I’ve been handed a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

And while we’re at it, can we talk about how I suddenly feel like a stranger to myself? If my father isn’t human, what does that mean for me? Am I just some ordinary girl caught in the crossfire, or is there more to me that I haven’t uncovered yet? I hate these questions swirling around in my head, but I can’t stop thinking about them.

Meanwhile, life at the manor keeps chugging along like nothing’s happened. Mom’s obsessing over the winter event, as if planning the perfect soirée will somehow make everything else disappear. Uncle Christian’s buried in his journals, probably documenting every detail of the occult library (because of course he is). And Uncle Dorian’s out riding Balios, like he always does when things get too tense around here. Must be nice to just gallop away from your problems.

And then there’s Julian Thorne. The ever-charming, shadow-wielding enigma. He showed up at the worst possible time, and now he’s everywhere, lingering in the library, chiming in with his sly comments, always acting like he knows more than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, he’s intriguing in that “dark and mysterious” way, but something about him puts me on edge. It’s like he knows things he shouldn’t, and it makes me wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

Uncle Christian’s always tense when Julian’s around, and I get why. There’s a vibe about him that’s... unsettling. Not bad, exactly. Just different. I don’t know if I trust him, but I can’t ignore him, either.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know where I’m headed right now. But maybe that’s okay. Perhaps this is just part of the process—figuring out who I am, even if the answers aren’t what I expected.

P.S. Does anyone else feel like Julian has a way of seeing right through people? Or is it just me being paranoid? Either way, I’m not sure I’m ready for whatever it is he’s hiding.

Until next time,
Chloe

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