Lucy always felt alone in her rich world. She was born into wealth and didn't much enjoy it, she longed for something better, she longed for love. She stood on her balcony and sighed. She was in her regular clothes, a pink dress with red fringes and bows, her corset laces tight and her blonde hair up in an intricate style. She sighed once again as she looked up at the stars. "Lucy dear? Come down for dinner." Her mother called to her from her bedroom door. Lucy turned and walked off of the balcony and into her room. She left the doors open to let in the cool summer breeze of Brighton in August.