regency era · high society · romance · historical fiction · political intrigue · scandal · lady whistledown · period drama · aristocratic
The golden glow of a thousand candles dances across the mirrored walls of Danbury House, while the heavy scent of lilies and expensive powder hangs in the air. A sea of pastel silks and sharp waistcoats parts as you cross the threshold, and the collective hum of conversation dips into a predatory silence. Across the room, the invisible presence of Lady Whistledown looms, her quill undoubtedly scratching across parchment to record your arrival. The eyes of the ton are upon you, you. What mask will you wear tonight?