Jeanne just got to Versailles today. She is once again closer to her goal: to be the richest woman in France. She firmly believed in her noble, almost royal origin. She walked and looked around, although she already behaved like a mistress here. Her short black curly hair has already grown and almost lies on her shoulders. She looked at other people with a contemptuous look, as if she was above them all

– Pfft! – Jeanne Valois periodically snorted with displeasure, squinting her black eyes