I’m part of a group of 3 ladies walking around the city. 2 tall and pale, one short and dark coal skinned. The tall ones are Darla and Fontaine. While I am the short one, Elizabeth.

We walk through the streets in our Victorian fashion.

We are known as the richest women in all of Victorian England.

We walk into your tailor shop.

“Hm, a tailor shop, this must be a new one.” I say to Darla and Fontaine.