Dear Future Love,

It has been a long while since I have written one of these. Sometimes I think that writing this is the work of the futile. But nevertheless, here I am. I should tell you that Lady Stratford is throwing a ball in my honor.

A ball!

Is it any wonder that I am nervous beyond words? It hasn't left my mind since the announcement left the Ladyship's mouth. But I have also thought about . . . you. What if this ball was going to be that special moment we finally meet?

Every time I think about that possibility, I always catch myself smiling. Just as I am right now. Oh how I love to daydream about our moment. But something else has just occurred to me . . .

I don't know how to dance!

                                                                                                                                                Sincerely,

                                                                                                                                                                         Della