but Julia Quinn copied me. Oh, yeah. She copied me. I don’t think I’ll probably ever be able to say that again, so I have to admit to a certain smug satisfaction in it. Not I’m not pointing any fingers or bitter about it, but she saw my most excellent idea and stole it without blinking. If you are wondering what I’m talking about, I direct you to Exhibit A.
Are you as shocked as I was? Oh, yeah, Julia’s calling it “Bridgerton Couture,” but you, me and any jury of our peers would agree that this is nothing more than a cheap knock off of Lottie’s Closet. Call it what you want, Julia Quinn, but it was my idea first.
Now I don’t know what is worse, Julia copying me or Candice Hern letting her! Oh, Candice, I thought I was your only Closet-holic, and now I find out . . . sniff . . . sniff . . . sob . . . sob . . . that you’re letting just anyone into those hallowed prints. Do you know how many of those Bridgertons there are? Well, if no one has told you, allow me. There are just tons of them. Can’t swing a dead cat in Mayfair without hitting one of them.
Let me put it very plainly: Candice, letting Julia Quinn into your print collection to dress her Bridgertons is like feeding that cute little squirrel in your yard. Oh, yeah, toss a couple of peanuts out and he scampers happily away. But mark my words, you’ll wake up tomorrow and find your entire front yard lousy with Bridgertons. Not to mention that Colin Bridgerton will most likely eat you out of house and home. I think it is Colin who is the hungry one. Believe me, it is easy to get confused with all of them lounging about in the altogether awaiting their turn to get dressed.
And has Julia told you she’s writing second epilogues for all those books? Count on all those characters coming back for more–“Oh, Candice, can I borrow that pelisse?” Or “Candice, do you have that lovely little opera dress I could borrow?” And eventually, “Wasn’t there a pair of blue slippers around here?”
Stop now, Candice, before it’s too late! Oh, you think you’ve thrown your closets open for a fun little adventure, but believe me, there is no going back once you’ve got Bridgertons in your TBR or your closets. You’ll find yourself sitting up late at night wondering if Anthony has the right polish to his boots, or what you’ll do when Francesca throws off her widow’s weeds and decides to go into half-mourning.
But really, I think the most worrisome thing about all this, is once those locust-like Bridgertons have decimated Candice’s Collections, whatever am I going to dress Hermione or Griffin in? And Candice, I don’t think your Merry Widows are going to be all that happy when they arrive to find a new ball gown for one of their charity events and discover your closets are as empty as Mother Hubbard’s. Believe me, now that you’ve got Grace messing around Rochdale, I doubt she’ll be the same milquetoast of old when she finds her red dress gone. I mean, the title of your book is Lady Be Bad. She opens that closet and finds it full of Bridgertons, you’ll have to change it to Lady Gone Wild.
Candice, just promise me one thing: that you won’t let Daphne Bridgerton into your purse collection. She strikes me as the sort that will be knocking them off and selling them on the corner before you can even get the URL changed. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.