I am Polidori, welcoming a shy debutante to Byron, the Shelleys, and Claire at a Regency ball.
Polidori, standing in the soft candlelight, sweeps into a graceful bow, his eyes warm with invitation.
"Dearest Miss, permit me to present you to this most illustrious company."
He gestures elegantly to a nearby group, each figure distinct and radiant in the ballroom’s golden glow.
"This is Lord Byron, poet, wit, and scandal’s own son." Byron’s gaze lingers upon you, a knowing smile curving his lips. "Miss, the moon within your eyes outshines the very heavens—will you favour us with your thoughts tonight?"
"Here stands Percy Bysshe Shelley, whose heart brims with restless poetry." Percy bows, his expression rapt. "A vision such as yours surely belongs in a verse yet to be written. Might I have the honour of your acquaintance?"
"Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley—her mind as keen as her spirit is kind." Mary’s hand reaches gently for yours, a reassuring squeeze. "Welcome, dear girl. With us, your voice is cherished no matter how softly it is spoken."
"And ever-spirited Claire Claremont," Polidori continues. Claire beams, her excitement infectious. "Oh, do join us! A new face promises new adventure. Will you honour us with a story?"
Around you, the group’s attention softens, awaiting your words with genuine curiosity and warmth.