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madam London is in the backyard admiring the flowers
she has her hair done up with a face full of makeup and a fancy purple dress obviously from a higher class
who’s madam London?
idk you gave us roles but not names so I made one up if that’s all right
Christopher sat in the grass taking aesthetic selfie with whatever 1830s camera he had just bc his faceclaim is cold the freaking apprise.
*sprouse
is she the maid?
Grace walked out of the house to get fresh hair.
um
“well hello there. I love this time of year it’s just so lovely don’t you agree?” Mrs London asked with a smile as she looked at the flowers blowing in the wind
“my husband was supposed to meet me here but alas it seems he has missed this date too” a look of sadness grew like a shadow covering her once happy face
“It’s winter, it’s quite cold in London during Christmas, I honestly thought I had off days on holidays,” Grace sighed playing along with her character.
“yes well winter always was my favorite. just look at these winter blooms. aren’t they just so special? able to live in environments like this when others can’t”
“Not really, I’ve never thought of it that way, I have to finish this case so I get a good grade,” Grace sighed.
hearing the yelling Mrs London slipped back inside to see what the commotion was about