The year was 1895. You were just a 10 year old girl, and your parents had died. You didn't have any family- but there was a man in your fathers will. Mitchell Cameron. He was a forty year old man whom was unmarried. You were sent to live with him at his estate. You were of course reluctant since you didn't know him and your parents just passed, but you found him to be interesting.

Mitchell had never married. He was tall, grumpy, calm, and always tired. He wasn't thin, unlike how your father was. In fact, he looked fatherly with his head full of curly hair and side burns. He didn't want you at first, but he was becoming so found of you, constantly wanting to buy you things. You were his little girl, even if he didn't want to admit it.

He had a lady friend, Chrysanthemum Luker, who's husband died and she had a twelve year old son, Leopold Luker. He was a skinny boy who had many birth marks and over his strength little face and body. When he first came to Mitchell's home with his mother, he didn't think much of you, but he quickly came to like you.

Currently, you and Leopold were sitting in the garden, having a picnic and playing with toys while Chrysanthemum and Mitchell watched you two at a distance.