Running Carriage: The Moment that Slipped Through the Hands

Unveiling the Future

"Lady Whistledown is back in action, ladies and gentlemen, and this time we have so many intrigues that my quills are almost trembling with anticipation! But let's start from the beginning, with the mysterious stranger from the ball, whom many of you were probably eager to find, like spectators on a rabbit hunt. Well, my dear ones, we have news! The search seemed to have come to an end, and the long-awaited revelation... turned out to be a disappointment! Who would have thought that Lady Danbury, such a respected figure, would lead us astray! Hmm, maybe she got too hooked on mystical novels?"

But that's not all, my dear readers! Surprises continue to fall from the sky like raindrops on a picnic. Today's visit from Lord Debling brought something even more puzzling than the story with the mysterious stranger. It turns out that Lady Penelope Debling is expecting an addition to the family! Yes, you heard me right, my dears. Our esteemed newlyweds are preparing for the arrival of their firstborn! The prank was successful.

And what will our precious Miss Cressida say now, who so insistently claimed that the Deblings' marriage was purely a business arrangement? Perhaps she will learn not to jump to conclusions in the future, or someone else might pull a similar "prank" in hopes of material gain!

So, my dears, let's wish our newlyweds good luck in their new role as parents and hope that in this case, surprises will bring them more joy than misunderstandings!

Penelope, sitting at her writing desk, felt the growing tension. Her hand trembled as she signed the name "Lady Whistledown" under her new column. Her mind was spinning with thoughts about the impression she would make on her readers with this latest address.

She sent a copy of this column to Alfred. But as for her other letter... Penelope slowly took the letter addressed to Colin out of the drawer. She looked at it as if it could provide answers to all her questions.

But what about herself? Inside, Penelope was filled with mixed feelings: fear, impatience, hope. She understood that this letter could change everything. She pressed the seal onto the envelope and, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction envelop her, left it on the table. Time, as always, would be the one to deliver the answers. It and the color of hair.

In the depths of her mind, where secrets and fears danced, a ray of hope broke through. She felt that it would be a girl. No particular reason, but it was as if a gentle voice of the future was resonating in her heart.

She touched her stomach, as if trying to convey her feelings to the baby, still so small and innocent, waiting to be known to the world.

And at that moment, Penelope realized that time would dot all the "i's," and the color of her daughter's hair would become the key to solving this mystery, leading to an understanding of her origins and perhaps to the realization of what she had been searching for all this time.