The Cotillion

As six high-achieving debs interrupt their preparations to peek into the shimmering ballroom, the Harriet Holland Social Club’s esteemed Madam President does her damnedest to ensure it all goes well. She needs no stumbles tonight. No teary-eyed smudges, no unraveling lace, no unraveling anything. Because if she can’t control these girls, whatever will they think over at Table 4?