“We’re doing this to make a difference.” William reassured you, his voice being a little softer as he spoke to you. The carriage horse neighing as it pulled the two of you to the supposed gala.

You’d joined him and his affiliates after an unfortunate series of events involving the aristocracy. Now you were here, involved in a fake marriage scenario.

He had to bring a plus one, and you were his first choice for obvious reasons. He needed someone to socialize with the lady of the house. He needed information and he knew you’d be the perfect person to pull this off.

William was about to start talking again, but the carriage came to a halt. “Lord Moriarty, we’ve arrived.” Said the coachmen as he opened the door, motioning for the two of you to get off.