December 1st, 1890

Estella,

As I cannot fathom what sort of magical catastrophe could occur at a ball or a garden party (unless someone cast a charm incorrectly), I too hope that I shall see you as a fellow guest rather than on business. Although, I am not so sure I am the party type. While I'm not dismal at etiquette, I am not an accomplished dancer or conversationalist. I'm sure, however, my grandmother will see to it that I attend future gatherings, regardless.

Yes, a dinner party following a term of mysterious penpal exchanges. It's certainly a curious chain of events. I presume we shall formally meet then. I suppose we both shall see what sort of further practice we both may need. I do hope it shall be pleasant.

Seeing as this assignment wraps up soon, this may be my last letter. If it is, I do hope you have a pleasant holiday.


Sincerely,
Pip

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By the awesome MJ <3