Some days I can't help but wish I was a debutante, and like my Grandmother, every day was busy with luncheons and teas, and every night was filled with clouds of beautiful dresses and the only cares in the world were filling your dance card...
Of course, the feminist in me rejects the premise of any marriage market, but there's not place for crinolines and satin gloves and fans and parasols in my world...
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