To my dearest Duchess,
Long have you waited for me,
Though wait you must no longer,
My identity will soon be free.
I have chosen to reveal myself,
At the greatly anticipated Ball,
It takes place a week this Friday,
And promises merriment for all.
I'll be clad in cream and gold,
With shoes and bag to match,
And with a ribbon in my hair,
I hope your gaze to catch.
A.F.
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