Despatch from the battle front, March 1813

I am about to lay siege to the barbarians. Yes, I am embarking on my first Season, and my prize will not be a conquered land or the spoils of war, but something much less valuable: a husband!

I have come to the battlefield fitted out for war: armed to the teeth in sarcenet, velvet, and silk, and a vast supply of simpering looks. I have already had my feet trod on three times in the course of dancing the quadrille, been told I look like an angel twice, and watched a young buck split his breeches. It should prove to be an enjoyable time.

A Singular Lady