Dear Future Love,
It has been a long while since I have written one of these. Sometimes I think that writing this is the work of the futile. But nevertheless, here I am. I should tell you that Lady Stratford is throwing a ball in my honor.
A ball!
Is it any wonder that I am nervous beyond words? It hasn't left my mind since the announcement left the Ladyship's mouth. But I have also thought about . . . you. What if this ball was going to be that special moment we finally meet?
Every time I think about that possibility, I always catch myself smiling. Just as I am right now. Oh how I love to daydream about our moment. But something else has just occurred to me . . .
I don't know how to dance!
Sincerely,
Della
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DELLA
Historical Fictionhighest rank: #1 in Clean & Elegant Della Andrews. Rosy cheeks and a voice softer than silk. When her father is forced to work overseas, he arranges for her to stay with her cousins, who she has never met before. There in London, she is thrust i...
