A whimsical fiction inspired by the TV series…
What abominable misfortune it is that you were unable to attend the ball at Lady Catherine’s last night. All of society it seemed was there and I felt quite out of place. Lady Catherine herself was there, of course, though she departed early. She found time however to note that my assistance did not go unnoted, which from her lips is high praise indeed. I felt myself go quite weak at the knees.
But perhaps that was due to the sudden arrival of Lady Luthor, whose elegance eclipsed all others. I shall not tire you by recounting the whispered accusations that flowed in her wake. I need not tell you that she is despised by many – not through any fault of her own, but a family whose reputation is once ruined will suffer it seems forever, and I would rather judge a person by their merits.
I have heard that she is fiercely intelligent too, though I confess it wasn’t her intelligence that made me blush beneath her gaze! Oh, Alexandra, I could fly through the sun and not break a sweat, but one glance from those eyes and I melted! Somehow I stammered out a request to interview her for Lady Catherine’s journal – how awkward I must have seemed! – and she agreed. I am to fly – ah, ride – out to visit her tomorrow.
Write soon, I beg you.