Society Papers

Did you miss me? After the uneventful and utterly dull season of 1816, the members of our esteemed Ton withdrew to their rustic retreats earlier than usual. Truely, we have been apart far too long. Yet, I do not look ill upon your decision. After all, a year without summer promises nothing but dread and a chance of typhus. Who does not remember the young Miss Mary Stewart, whose daring neckline was only inches away from catching pneumonia? At least they now know that blue is, indeed, not their colour. While most of you tried to flee the dissatisfaction of last season, this author was left to do but one thing. Honing my skills. Foreseeing the future might not be one of them and yet I can tell you that I cannot wait for spring’s arrival, when the most delicate flowers of the ton bloom. All those meddling mothers will try to impress the Queen with their daughters’ grace. After all they had months for plans to hatch, skills to perfect. Only one will be declared the diamond of the first water, the most precious flower of them all.
⠀⠀⠀Or shall I say the most suited for a perfect match?
⠀⠀⠀Every overachieving mother hopes that as the incomparable, her daughter might catch the interest of the gentlemen Patel or Waterton. Only one of them is as equally charming as he looks but twice as cheeky. While the other has the looks of a fairytale prince his demeanor is rather odd, unless you love to play and seek with your suitor. Looks might beguile you. However, there are no better names to marry and who does not wish to carry the title Duchess and Countess. An easier match is to make in the ranks below. If you are looking to marry your daughters off fast, this author recommends looking for the tragedies of society. With the reverend dead, the Dowager Baroness Wallace wishes  for her last son to marry, perhaps a bit too desperately. If you can live with the possibility of a curse and an equally suspicious widow, the new baron might charm you. And if you yourself bring the right amount of pounds, marrying a Viscount has never been easier. In dire need of money Viscount Baillie will even marry a crooked tree if it happened to be affluent. His sister is just as desperate. Once, an incomparable and now nearing spinsterhood. After missing the summer people might be more forgiving but time is ticking and who wants a diamond, dusted on the shelf? Walking to the altar might be easy but remember, cupid’s arrows have never met their hearts.