Dearest readers,
It is with great pleasure that I continue to return to my humble quill to regale you with the latest tidings from the heart of society. As the season is well under way, it is my duty to unveil the whispers that swirl behind closed doors and shimmer beneath the glow of candlelight.
Another ball, dear readers, has graced the illustrious halls of London's finest establishments, casting its enchanting spell upon the unsuspecting hearts of debutantes and dashing gentlemen alike. From the opulent chandeliers that sparkled overhead to the strains of music that swept through the air like a lover's sigh.
As the debutantes flutter like delicate butterflies in their finest gowns of silk and satin, the dashing gentlemen of the ton prowl the ballroom floor with all the confidence of predators on the hunt.
But let us not forget, dear readers, that amidst the glamour and excitement of the season, for every triumph on the dance floor, there is a secret for me to uncover.
For this evenings ball holds events like none other, that I, Lady Whistledown promise to unfold to you dear reader.
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A soul. Searching ~ oc x Anthony Bridgeton
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