I feel we need some narrative here....I suggest you are all invited to my debut into society at the huge antelellum pile my daddy built with his profits from the plantation....he wishes to launch me into good Southern Society? will this endeavour be a failure? Am I too wild to conform?
Tis the night before the ball, and we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of my older brother Beau Defarge, who has promised to bring some of his cadet officer comrades to pad out the single gentlemen quota of the dance....
Mama is swooning under swathes of muslin upstairs and is of no help whatsoever, and Pa's handsome and rakish overseer keeps suggesting I accompany him to inspect the cotton fields...