My hero writes an anonymous fashion column and, here, he is framing it in his mind as he watches the guests at Almack’s
Almack’s glittered in its inimitable dingy way on Wednesday last. At least, let me say, that the attendees glittered, although some were more glittery than others. The handsome Miss S, London’s newest diamond showed the rest of the ton how an incomparable should look. Her sea foam green silk gown and silver net overdress – undoubtedly the work of Madame Cecily – was the perfect foil for Miss S’s silver-blonde hair and flawless skin. Her turn as a delectable sea creature did not go unnoticed by the formally-clad fisherman of Almack’s.
On the other side of the beach was Lady V, looking distinctly crab-like in her red satin panniers, Do au courante ladies still wear panniers, I ask you? Someone should whisper the news in Lady V’s shell-like ear.
One could go on, but perhaps one shouldn’t, except to say that among the glittering throng, yours truly was the most glittering of all.
Simon does tend toward the nature metaphors, but he has quite a following among the ton.
I hope to have the last chapters completed before next week when, possibly, the research will continue.