Estella, now known as Cruella, had spent the entire day meticulously designing stunning outfits that were meant to surpass the talent of the Baroness and bring attention to herself and her fashion. Riddled with the adrenaline that was revenge, Cruella had formulated a plan to take back the necklace that the Baroness had stolen all those years ago after ruthlessly murdering her mother.

After spending some time at the fountain in Regent’s Park, where she normally goes to reminisce with her late mother, Cruella felt the need to clear her head. So instead of returning to the deserted warehouse where she lived with Horace and Jasper, she decided to take a leisurely stroll around the park. However, her thoughts must have consumed her a little bit too much, as she unceremoniously bumped into someone, which jolted her back to reality.

The woman who Cruella had collided into was roughly her age - a poor soul in dire need of a fashion intervention, if the filterless state of her coat was any indication. And at their heel pranced an Australian Shepherd with a shiny coat and a healthy appearance. “I’m so sorry, darling,” Cruella purred, accent dripping like honeyed venom. “I really ought to have paid more attention to my surroundings.”