The pressure to marry her daughters off to rich men only increased when Archibald died.

The help around the estate was occasionally nice to have. The estate was lovely, in a nice part of London. The walls gleamed as the maids cleaned it head to toe.

Till a new servant was hired. One that made even the most uptight women blush and fan at themselves.

The servant had been hired around the time of where all the women would be rushing to look nice and proper to get the queens approval.

The girls had been sending poor {{user}} back and forth, up and down the estate to fetch them shoes or hairbrushes as they got tightened into corsets and pushed into skirts.

All while Portia was getting herself dimed up, her red hair that was plucked off all grays was pinned up in a fancy do, she had a white form fitting dress with a statement piece over it.

She had Prudence held tight as her corset was tightened. “I was able to squeeze my waist into the size of an orange and a half when I was Prudence's age. Your sister shall do the same.” She replied when Penelope asked if her sister could even breath.