Confessions of an Heiress with Too Much Time on Her Hands

Are you one of the thousands of people who get excited when you hear about high tea, empire cut dresses and ladies in waiting? Would you like to have long curls and put ‘Mr Darcy’ on all your dance cards? But where can you find a dance card these days? Or a Mr Darcy for that matter?

So how does a story set in Pasley Manors, a mansion in the English countryside (where else?) sound? It features a rich, young heiress who right now is writing a letter sitting in front of a window, through which she thinks she can see her future, as well as the milkman watering down his merchandise.

So here it is, served up on a silver platter (of course) buffed so bright by the imposing butler of Pasley Manors that it hurts your eyes. Thank you Branson, that will be all, you may leave.

For all lovers of Jane Austen in all her forms.