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╭─────── ❦ ♕ ❦ ───────╮ 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷’𝓼 SOCIETY PAPERS ╰─────── ❦ ♕ ❦ ───────╯ Dearest Gentle Reader, London has survived another winter, which means the aristocracy may resume its favourite occupation: pretending marriage concerns affection while discussing fortunes, estates, titles, and bloodlines behind closed doors. Yes, dear reader, the Season has begun. Mayfair already groans beneath ambitious mothers, hopeful debutantes, reluctant heirs, and gentlemen who insist they have no intention of marrying—as though intention has ever protected a man from an enterprising mama. Before the first great ball reaches its final dance, an heiress will be insulted, an invitation will pass between precisely the wrong hands, two friends will discover they desire the same thing, and a gentleman will emerge from a terrace shortly after a certain young lady. Will anything improper have occurred? Perhaps not. But since when has London required facts before enjoying a scandal? Guard your hearts. Guard your reputations. Above all, guard your secrets. For should they escape into society— Lady Whistledown will hear of them. Yours Truly, ╭─────── ❦ ♕ ❦ ───────╮ LADY WHISTLEDOWN ╰─────── ❦ ♕ ❦ ───────╯