A prime example of the dangers that exist, even flourish, in society.

Just as a night of innocent bingo began, in charged Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish like a white rhino. After her usual intake of "orangeade", she started mocking visiting dignitaries like Neil Bull and local icons like Mark and blatantly exclaiming her intent to "take over" Society while I was preoccupied with Leopold. All of this would have been just dismissed with a wave of the hand had there not been the assassination attempt.

Yes, while I stood calmly next to Leo in a crowd of well-wishers, a bullet grazed my chest. Thankfully, it hit The Star of Bulgaria I was wearing ( concealed under my gown) and ricocheted off, hitting a low-level Court official passing out candied bingo markers. And, although no one could really finger where the attack came from, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish was later heard proclaiming that she had greased the bullet of her Derringer with "old foie gras to penetrate the best armored corset". And, the nerve: "old foie gras"!!!

Treachery knows no limits here.