My Dearest Darlings,

The calendar pages, like fallen leaves, reveal a new season dawning. And with it, an urge to chase the butterflies of mischief beyond the fading echoes of winter’s folly - a whisper of an unforgettable night.

Mark your diaries, sweet merrymakers, for a feast where song caresses the reded lips and secrets pirouette behind a shimmering veil of candlelight.

Prepare your ensemble, for 1920 is the age of our soirée. Twins, don your feathers and break out the Charleston. Bruces, polish your sequins and unleash the babysitters - For amidst the laughter, the promise of intrigue and sinful persuasion will swirl like fireflies in a hurricane.

But hush now, conspirators, for the location remains a gilded riddle. With clues like fallen jewels paving a circle of trees - A white door where ivy dances in the breeze. A flutter of swing from a hidden gramophone, an emerald cocktail and a fireplace of stone. Follow these twinkling trails, my precious moths, and step inside the bleeding heart of revelry.

So come along, you tireless souls, you war torn honeys, you twisted seekers of midnight mischief. Let's paint the town a kaleidoscope of casual sin, bid adieu to yesterday without regret, and determination for a glorious year.

Yours truly 

James