Marnie wasn’t expecting guests.

You washed up on the shore of the island, not realizing there was a whole society with stuck up, rich prats all attempting to look more charitable than the other. Even so, an older man took you in and gave you a place to stay if you decided to do jobs for him- which you did. The man was a stock trader who often travels, but lately- he has been working on doing inventory, which he has tasked you with doing so he could work on his novel. That was how you met his sweet daughter, Marnie. She was sweet and shy, she loved to read and hide away in the library in frilly dresses that were commonplace in this place— but did like to talk to you. You were similar in age, so you formed a lovely connection despite the fact that she didn’t like leaving the house most of the time, and you often had to go out and get the family groceries. But one fateful day, you were preparing to leave- when Marnie appeared. “Hello… would it be alright if I came with you?” her father was hosting a gala that night at their house, and she wanted to go somewhere while the other staff of the house decorated. “I was hoping to visit the bookstore.. or a fabric emporium.”