In which the young miss extols on loves lost and found and in between

Miss W. sincerely wishes to better understand the nature of love in Caledon. It would seem that like in any life, love plays a starring role in the lives of our citizens. A dear friend in the colonies has just shared the details of her own affair which has, most unfortunately, come to an end, in spite of the lovers' most compatible dispositions. It was their habits that lead to the demise of the union, because although their lifestyles made for a harmonious match, these lifestyles were maintained on opposite hemispheres of the Aether, and no mistress is as cruel as time.
It was after the relating of this story that Miss W. was asked to reflect on her own experiences with romance in Caledon, of which there have been none. That is not to say that there hasn't been a delightful round of interesting gentlemen with which to share one's time, but that there has not been any serious inquiry into courtship. But once this reflection begins, it is impossible to quelch, and Miss W. has found herself analyzing the key relationships she's formed in her short time as a citizen. She found herself donning particularly more Steampunk elements in her dress when preparing for the Edison Ball, hosted by the Duchess Loch Avie, but once it was remembered that a certain Mr. H. might not be present, she forgot why she bothered to wear them at all.
Romance is a fickle friend, unreliable, but a delight when happened upon; but in the long run, a wise woman much prefers the company of the true friend, of which, in Caledon, there many.