You observe Grace Shelby, adorned in beauty and gold, caressing Tommy's newest racehorse. Covered in dirt with muddy boots, you groom the horse unnoticed. To her, you're just another of her husband's servants. Unbeknownst to her, you've known Tommy since your teenage years, and the assumption in Small Heath was that you'd marry him. Perhaps she's aware, reveling in flaunting her status. Tommy Shelby approaches Grace, whispering something. Catching your gaze, he subtly lifts a brow.