Dearest Gentle Reader,
It has come to the attention of this author that the halls of academia are far more lively than any grand ballroom. Secrets, as you well know, are delicate things—yet they rarely remain hidden when eyes are sharp and tongues are eager.
Whispers have reached my ear regarding a certain architecture mistress and her intriguing bond with a former literature master. Though the gentleman’s heart has long been claimed by a woman of twenty years’ standing, their suspiciously close companionship did not escape the notice of the observant crowd.
Upon the return from summer recess, however, the plot has thickened most deliciously. The lady in question has been observed carrying herself with a gentle new curve, her hands resting lingeringly upon her midsection in a manner that invites the most scandalous speculation. Is a happy announcement on the horizon? And, more crucially, who might the elusive gentleman be? While the literature master remains the primary subject of academic gossip, the identity of the father remains a captivating mystery.
To add fuel to the flickering flame, just two days past, the mistress firmly declined a simple cup of coffee, declaring with absolute certainty that she cannot partake.
Whether this newfound restraint stems from delicate expectations or a simple change of heart, one thing is certain: a secret of this magnitude cannot stay buried for long. Rest assured, dear reader, if a scandal is brewing, this author will be the very first to report it.
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown
Dearest, gentle reader, I am Lady Whistledown. You may not know me, but rest assured, I know you. A whisper has reached my ears, and secrets linger in the air. I shall be watching.
