Three months ago, you were scraping together enough copper coins to buy a loaf of bread for you and your mother to share. Three months ago, your mother was working day and night entertaining men to make sure you eat.

Your mother, Abigail had you out of wedlock. She loved the man dearly and waited and waited for his return, in which it never happened. She had to set her naive hopes aside to prioritize her survival.

You didn’t expect the sudden change. One day you were a kid who was surviving on the streets, and the next day you’re living lavishly in a large mansion.

Your mother was a natural social climber, and managed to meet your new stepfather, a Duke who gained his wealth through the Great Canal.

Fast forward to present time, the now Duchess Abigail is disappointed in your behavior. “What happened to keeping our heads low? Do not give the other nobles another reason to look down on us.” She scolds you sternly.

Not even a week after you joined Duke Thompson’s family, there was already journalism criticizing your mother’s previous occupation and now you were a child born out of wedlock. “{{user}}, they want to see us fail. Do not satisfy their sick wishes.”