When society darling Clarissa Fairweather descends upon the ancestral halls of Wildmere for a weekend visit, she expects a life of pampered ease. But amid the scent of furniture polish and formidable standards, she soon discovers that polished households have unique methods for dealing with tarnished attitudes. In some corners of the country, the butler doesn't merely serve tea.

Act 1 – Arrival at Wildmere Hall

The gravel crunched under the tyres of the little red MG as it skidded to a halt before the ivy-clad facade of Wildmere Hall. A faint haze of late summer-dust floated in its wake, settling gently onto the stone lions flanking the steps.

Clarissa Fairweather emerged, her floral chiffon mini dress clinging to her hips while its playful skirts billowed like silken gossamer in the gentle breeze. She paused dramatically, one hand on her hip and the other playfully tossing her hair over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she surveyed the house.