"Mama, I- oh, fine, fine."

Violet scowled at her mother angrily as she walked up the large, twisted stairway, the stone letting her firm footsteps echo through the house, which only made her more upset. The night had been amazing, with the big ball. She'd met a boy she loved to bits, but Elizabeth (her traditional, stupid mother) had refused for her to get engaged when the suitor asked, which obviously made Violet irritated. She was of age - shouldn't she be allowed to love too? Not like her mother could keep her cooped up in the Evans House forever, all the way in Manchester.

No, no, she couldn't. The staircase ended at the fourth floor, and she had to go back down a floor, then realised she'd walked into the wrong wing. Violet groaned and walked all the way back down, turning right and going up the wing in the far corner, sprinting up (or, speed walking, in her large puffy purple dress), all the way to the fourth floor. She went left, to the third door on the right side of the hall, opening the door and slamming it closed. Violet sat down, taking off her earrings until she saw her older sibling behind her. "Mother won't let me and William get engaged." She complained, the candle light shining on her golden hair.