Dearest Amelia, Ah! My darling Amelia, how is it that a heart can be simultaneously warmed and frozen at the same time? So brave and true of you to defend me, but your reputation with the ton! My dearest, most beloved Melly, you mustn’t ruin your chances on my account, I simply will not stand [...]
Dearest Cheska: After reading your last letter, I discovered one can screech enough to crack glass. Mother may demand another vase, but rest assured it will come out of my allowance and I made no mentioned of what caused me to create such a cacophony. Of course she pressed, but I made a comment of [...]
Dearest Amelia, Ah! If you only you were here, I would catch you up in my arms and spin giddy circles until such time as you laughingly cried “Fie!” I would, truly I would! Thank you, a thousand times, thank you, for sending me the missing book! Ah, you are a saint! An angel! A [...]
Dear Dearheart: I hope this letter, as always, finds you well and in good health and spirits. I hope the season isn’t too wary on you and even if you were dismayed afterwards by your display of magic, I most certainly am not! To even suggest to shave a single hair of your fur, I [...]
Note: Amelia’s writer has been on a very understood hiatus. This was just a quick note to hopefully cheer her day and provide a friendly elbow to her ribcage to remind her of our little game. <3 Dearest Amelia, It has been so long since our last correspondance, and I dare not take the time [...]
Dearest Amelia, The name of the missing novel is – Do not laugh! – Silken Whiskers. I know, I know, it is a dreadful title, and you’ll no doubt mock me even for picking up the volume, and you’d be right to do so. Tawdriness aside, I am left at the climax, the heroine in [...]
Hello Dearheart: Only threw him into the canal? Shameful, I would have wished your paper tiger had at least made a meal of the gentleman’s – I use the term loosely- breaches. Why is it Cheska, toms feel the right to maul every female unfortunate enough to cross their path? However, we as ladies must [...]
Dearest Amelia, You must believe me when I say it was not my fault that I dumped the Conte Brasso into the canals! Oh, why do these things always happen to me? It’s never my fault and yet it’s always my fault! Just thinking of it fair sets my fur on end! Even now, I [...]