Elizabeth stepped out of her cab and brushed off her skirt. It<em>had</em>been white. Ugh. Why hadn't Father had a proper driver waiting for her in the city? Not a very good start to her schooling, that. And, honestly, what kind of school was this, anyway? There was a lingerie shop right there! Though... that might not be entirely terrible.<br/><br/>Really, she didn't even know what she was doing here. "School for Wayward Young Ladies", she had been told. Wayward? Her? Elizabeth Harrison!? She really didn't know<em>what</em>Father was thinking. But she complied, of course she complied. There was no saying no to Father. And so she crossed the pond, and wound up here.<br/><br/>Elizabeth strode up to the door. She was going to establish that she was not going to be pushed around by anyone, right from the start.  Not bothering to knock, she swept in side, suitcases in tow. "Greetings. I  believe I'm supposed to be going to school here." Elizabeth looked around the room. Honestly, it wasn't half  bad. For a house. "If this even<em>is</em>a school and not some big misunderstanding."<br/><br/>Not waiting for a response, she flopped down into one of the chairs. "Elizabeth Harrison. And you are...?"