Dearest Lady Belle,
…if that truly is the name you were Christened,
For a fortnight, I have been pacing about my room questioning the very notion of a correspondence. I apologize in advance if my words seem out of turn or my manner too curt. But I feel it is of utmost importance that we speak.
I see your corset-perfect posture and raise you going en pointe.
I see your stagecoach rides and challenge you to a side-saddle race any day of your choosing.
I recognize that you fancy your taking air with the blonde pony-tailed gent but I will show you a perambulation that will leave you both in shame.
It is only for your benefit that I caution you to refrain from thinking that your station in the manor will cause you to be seen as the Oreo to emulate. There are many of us with whom you will need to contend. It is a battle I look forward to finding; and from which I feel certain I will emerge triumphant.
PS. Can we be best friends forever. Please for reals.
I eagerly await your reply.