Why?

How could I marry this man, so foreign to me? His admiration for me was unmatched by any before. He wanted me, a small and wan girl of only seventeen. How could he chose me after his gorgeous opera singer and the model for a painter. Surely I was not as beautiful, as talented and special. How could I not, after years of poverty and inattention, marry this rich and mysterious man? What an adventure, much like my mother had had so many years ago. Finally I could have my own! To be the mistress of a great household, drenched in jewels and smothered with love! Of course, this must be my destiny, after all, he chose me! His worldliness, his leathery rich smell, the gifts which I was given; and what a beautiful opal ring! I am besotted; of course I will marry my new love!