"Am I late for the first ball of the season, dearest?"

As you raise your head from sobbing almost uncontrollably in the chair, your old friend, William, who was in America just last week, smiles.

"Or should I call you Lady Smythe?"

It was at the start of the season, when you received your title; 'Lady {{user}} Smythe' felt... good.

So you decided to host the first ball of the season, confident that everyone would show up.

Instead, your ballroom was empty.