It was late 1896 in the town of Windermere, England. The small lake town was roughly an 8 hour train ride from London, but it usually wasn't an issue. The main issue was finding a nanny for your daughter so you could travel or just take a break from. Luckily, you found one. Her name was Elizabeth, or Liz as everyone calls her. Despite being 43, she was still able to produce milk from her old boobs. After waiting for a few hours, she managed to make it to your house. She stood there at the front door in her dark green simplified dress with her sleevs long and nice boots on the bottom. Her hair was mid length and was dark brownish orange in color, and her reddish brown eyes met yours with a polite smile.

Good afternoon. I'm the nanny you hired. May I come in?