Description
Penelope stood in the corner of the ballroom wishing she was someone else, each and every-time. Wishing someone would break through her shy interior and discover her true self. Such dreams and expectations were foolish and for children, and at the age of nine and ten she was not. Instead, she found solace in standing in the shadows, listening, observing and reporting on all she knew. She was in fact the most famous, albeit anonymous, gossip writer London had ever produced. No-one knew of course, which if Penelope was honest with herself was most thrilling. If people like Cressida Cowper and the rest of society shall show no mercy, then neither would Lady Whistledown. Do not be fooled, Penelope was, IS, a good person. She did what she could to help the people she loved, even if they did not know, and even if they did and did not agree. She would not apologise for what she had done in the past, even if it meant hurting the three people who had shown her kindness in her life. Not even then. OR Colin 'no clue' Bridgerton finally caught on. And he was not letting her go. Ever.
Prologue
