spacetodream
New Years Eve, 1813.
London, England.
Dearest Reader,
On this most auspicious night, when every Lord and Lady worthy of mention gather to ring in the new year, let me introduce myself.
I am the eyes and ears of the Ton, and I shall give you all the delicious news you crave.
Yes, I shall bring tales of riches gained and plundered, matches made and games afoot, hearts burning and scandals afire, lovers' quarrels, maids fallen and gentlemen spurned.
My name, dearest reader, is Lady Whistledown. You may refer to me as Lady W if you like, but mind that you always call me Lady - for I am no more, and no less - than that.
Now my dearest, do close my little letter and make ready for tonight's gala. For we all know every VIP will be there, and that you, reader - are definitely one of those.
Happy New Year, Lords & Ladies - may your gowns be ever finer, your jewelry ever sparkling, your purses and your prospects be ever larger in 1814.
After all, you know - I shall be watching and indeed, reporting on everything worth reading about.
And you certainly shan't want to miss a single, scandalous word.
Sincerely yours,
Lady Whistledown, aka 'The Divine Lady W'
*A Bridgerton FanFic, to be continued...