Tis the Season

'Tis the season, it's a season for elegant ladies
Reputations dictated by the queen
Must be perfectly perfect
Must meet every expectation
May God save all our souls

Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets
For the upcoming social season!
Consider the household of the Baron Featherington
Three Misses foisted upon the marriage market
Like sorrowful sows by their tasteless and tactless mama

Is she to breathe, mama?
When I was your age, I could fit my waist
Into an orange and a half, and so shall you!
Tighter
Tighter?!
No! Oh! No!

Far better odds might exist
In the household of the widow Viscountess Bridgerton
A shockingly prolific family
Known for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons
And perfectly beautiful daughters

Ugh, I'm boiling in this dress already
Are you to complain the entire time, Eloise?
Well, what else am I good for?
I feel like a princess, do I look like one?
Hyacinth, you wish to know what I think you look like?
Benedict!

And where's the lovely Daphne?
She's only been getting ready the whole evening
Only her whole life
Well, I'll go fetch for her
No, I'll go fetch for her
She likes me better than you anyway
Oh, and who says that?

Well, everyone says that
Ugh, Daphne! You must make haste!
Oh, should you think she heard me?
How very perfect indeed

This is only the beginning
Of the life that I'll be living
I'm dreaming of a match for love
Just like mama and pa had done
So Father, if you're looking down from above
I'm marrying for love

'Tis the season, it's a season for elegant ladies
Must be marvelous down to every seam
Must be perfectly perfect, with impeccable reputations
So may she save us all!

Where is he?
Ah, if your brother is to be obeyed as Lord Bridgerton
He must act like Lord Bridgerton
Benedict, where is Anthony?
I do not know (aghh)

Just hold me closer now
Our time is running out
Sienna, you know it's half-past nine!
My lord, just add the time!
Just put it in your pocket, and lock it away
You know I cannot stay
Sienna, my duties they await
So I'll see you Saturday (okay)

There's a reason, there's a reason for all of this crazy
The only word that matters is the Queen's!

Today is a most important day
And for some, a terrifying one
For today is the day London's marriage-minded misses
Are presented to Her Majesty, the Queen (to the Queen!)

Presenting, ladies Prudence, Philipa, and Penelope Featherington
All escorted by their mother
The right honorable Lady Featherington

Your Majesty
We're as perfect as we seem
Not the cake but with the cream
Think I forgot how to breathe!

A glimmer of displeasure
And a young lady's value plummets to unthinkable depths
Presented by her mother
The right honorable Viscountess Bridgerton
Miss Daphne Bridgerton

Don't trip, don't falter
Just make it to the altar
Don't break, don't crumble
Make certain you're perfectly humble
Show Her Majesty, the Queen
That I'm more than worthy
Don't you let it show that you're more than nervous
Finally, I'm living with a purpose
Must be calm and cool, collected at the surface

Must be perfectly perfect (she's perfectly perfect)
Must be perfectly deserving (she'll be the diamond of the season)
Don't trip, don't falter
Just make it to the altar
Must be perfectly perfect
(It's a season, it's a season for all of the ladies)
(It's a season, ah) perfectly perfect
Must be -

Flawless, my dear
Did that really just happen?