Riddledown

Dear Gentle Reader, You know me as only a mystery, hidden behind my ink and quill. Someone who keeps such a guarded secret while airing out all of yours to the ton. But don’t fret, for I have a proposition. I will bee in attendance at the Cavanaugh ball this eve. I shall leave clues behind that are significant enough to uncover my identity, if you are clever enough to deduce them. But make haste! I shall only remain until the clock chimes at the top of the hour. Yours truly, Lady Riddledown.