September 1, 1888

Helga,

I could not find you again after we spoke at the ball last night, I did look for you, quite in vain. I do hope your evening got better, mine was interesting and I simply had to tell you.

Some time after we parted ways last evening a gentleman was matched to me who was quite I'll suited. I have no idea what the matchmaker Miss Valentine thought she was for this pairing was truly awful. I almost believe her a sham. However, I digress. The gentleman himself was dull, all he would speak of was a potion he had evented for the sheep farms his family owns. Whoever even heard of a sheep farmer above the lower class? Regardless, conversation might not have been terrible if he had even had a shred of good looks. He was quite large and had pimples all over her face! When our dance ended I tried to politely excuse myself, but he only continued to follow me. I could not seem to make him understand I was not attached to him and he was being quite inappropriate. I was quite desperate, as I am sure you will understand, I threw myself at the mercy of the nearest gentleman I could find when the situation became clear to me.

Oh Helga, he was quite gallant! He accepted the situation no questions asked and escorted me to safety. I quite believe he was a knight in shining armor. He even looked like a handsome knight. Oh, I wish I had found out his name. I fear I shall never see him again, oh, it could have such a happy ending.

Dearest Helga, please say you will help me find my mystery knight?

Desperately,
Lucy

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Thank you MJ for an amazingly Lucy set!