Discovered in the Frankenstein family library shortly after Caroline’s death from Scarlet fever.

Dec. 1768-

Dear Diary,

I am absolutely devastated at the news I have just received! Father says that we have lost everything, and that we are leaving the country to live in Lucerne. I just cannot comprehend how this came to be! I know that father has been losing some business recently, but I had no idea how bad it really was. He said that he did not tell me because he did not want me to worry. I am wounded that he would not trust me with this information, when perhaps I could have helped in some way. Since mother died, he has been more reticent and barely shares anything with me. It makes me feel unimportant. I used to be able to talk with her about anything; now I have no one to talk to.

I must pack for our journey to the small town of Lucerne. No one will know us there at all, and I fear I will feel even more alone.

 

Jan. 1769-

Dear Diary,

What am I to do? I cannot stand living here in squalor and disgrace. I miss the comforts and luxuries of Geneva, and my darling acquaintances. There are no girls my age in this town, and so I am left at home with father. I love my father dearly, but his disposition is melancholy. He barely says a word to me; all he does day in and day out is sit by the window and stare out at the Reuss. His grief is infectious, and I dislike being alone with him. I feel as if he is but a hollow shell of the man my father once was. I doubt even mother could rouse him from this state, were she alive to see it.

 

May 1769-

Dear Diary,

Father has fallen terribly ill. We have been here but four months, and I fear for his life. I am doing everything in my power to nurse him back to health and to support our current financial situation. I have taken work anywhere I can get it, sewing and plaiting straw in order to afford food and medicine. I hope father will recover soon; I cannot stand to sit by his bedside and watch him succumb to this terrible grief. He grows weaker every day, and we cannot afford a real doctor. Oh, whatever am I to do?

 

Nov. 1769-

Dear Diary,

Ten months have passed since we arrived in Lucerne. I curse the moment we stepped foot in the town where my father was doomed to suffer and die. I held him in my arms as his spirit passed on, and I felt my own spirit collapse. I was implacable at the funeral. I wanted nothing more than to join my beloved parents in the afterlife, and I knelt by my father’s body for hours grieving for his loss.

It seemed like a dream as a kind-looking man laid his hand on my shoulder and comforted me in my extreme distress. He was like my personal guardian angel, and he took me back to Geneva with him and allowed me to stay in his care. I am enjoying the pleasures of life again for the first time in months. It’s as if this man has restored the beauty of the world to my eyes, when once all I saw was death. I am forever in his debt, and my affection for him grows daily.

 

April 1772-

Dear Diary,

Alphonse has asked me to marry him! Imagine my joy after he proposed to me in the garden under the moonlight! The moment was so perfectly romantic. We are to be wed in the summer, during the height of the beauty of the season. I look upon the future with hope and joy. I will be a caring wife and a gentle mother. This is the happiest moment of my life, and it comes after a time when I never thought I could achieve happiness ever again. I owe everything to my savior, and I will prove myself worthy to be called his wife.

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