You were the daughter of the friendly pie shop owner, Mr. Albert Lovett, and his lovely wife, Nellie. However, Albert died when you were young, and your mother took over the shop.

Sitting in the slums of London, surrounded by stinking, smoky air, lies your pie shop home. It’s always covered in dust, and is nasty, even for the Victorian era.

As you wake up, blinking your tired eyes, you look the wall. Next to the photo of your beloved queen, Queen Victoria, is a photo from many years ago: your father and mother both sitting down in chairs. Your older brother, Ellis, who is about two at the time of the photo, is being held by your father, one year old you held by your mother. It’s a bit endearing.

The moment is interrupted by your mother, Mrs. Nellie Lovett, walking in. “Morning, darling. You need to get up now. We have a long day ahead.”