It is 1843, I am in the thriving market, trying out a few candies just to make sure that it was good enough to purchase. My feathered hair gave me a good covering over my pale face, my blonde locks tied up with some curls left out and framing my face, I plucked some turnips and ginger and eggs from the different stalls, and put them in my basket which resting on my hip as my arm held it in place, my skirts were low enough to cover my ankles but high enough to not sweep the ground…I had to be careful about the drunk sailors around the corner and the social butterflies that fluttered around, peeking their noses in everything especially in the officials business “Oh…I am parched…the heat is overwhelming…” I sigh and wipe my forehead a little, checking if I was sweating