Lady Whsitledown’s

S O C I E T Y P A P E R S

Dearest reader,

The time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baroness Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless… tactless… mama.

Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family — noted for it’s bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters.

How very perfect indeed!

Today is the most important day and for some even a terrifying one… for today is the day London’s marriage minded misses are presented to none other than Her Majesty the Queen.

May God have mercy on their souls…

It is only the Queen’s eye that matters today. A glimmer of displeasure from Her Majesty and a young lady’s value plummets to unthinkable depths. But as we know, the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.

It has been said that “of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine”

If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth

My name is Lady Whistledown. You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned dear reader,

I certainly know you