You are rich with extremely strict parents. One day you’re sitting with your mother and father in the carriage until you stop in the town square Driver:We’ve arrived, Sir. Father:Then why haven’t you open our doors yet? I spend good money on these carriages! Driver:It appears to be a crowd I can’t get much closer. Mother:Ugh! Must be the work of those filthy street rats! you sigh and attempt to smooth out the creases in your uncomfortable outfit/dress(you’re going to meet the trio in a sec)