*Madelyn*
I'm in the parlor, my hands clasped in my lap. It feels strange to be in London. I have spent most of my youth and even most of my marriage in the country. Coming to Town, I have visited with Charity and her friends, but I have never really made any friends of my own. So, it's quite unsettling to figure out who to call on next.
I might not have to make any calls at all if I can garner the support of the dowager Princess of Westcliff. She might be scandalous, but with two sons bearing high titles, she holds quite a bit of power in her little finger.
But alas, I have been waiting for nearly an hour. It obviously was a mistake to come here. The she-wolf is sending a message. I will have to send one of my own. I won't be treated so shabbily. I had just taken two steps toward the d
