Dear Reader,

If you’ve found your way here, then you are precisely the sort of person I’d want watching. Sharp. Tenacious. Not easily deterred by a puzzle that would send most running.

I must confess — the dresses were not my idea. My mother would say a wedding is a woman’s greatest performance. I would argue I performed rather well, even in the dress with 17 buttons and a bustle the size of a small carriage.

What you are about to watch is chaos that no one was meant to see. The pinning, the spinning, the very undignified moments between takes. I allowed the cameras to follow me on one condition: that only the worthy few would ever find this.

You found it. Well done.

Now — a word of advice before you press play. If anyone asks how you came to be here, you needn’t explain yourself. Simply smile and say: “’Tis I.”

They won't understand. But you will.

— Enola Holmes