Dealt a bad hand (part 2)
Dealt a bad hand (part 2) It has been a most difficult two months. Adapting to a completely different life here in Victorian London has been quite the challenge, however it hasn't been as bad as I initially expected. My mind seems to be changing, my thoughts and beliefs are altering to cater to the body I now inhabit. That is correct. I am still the girl known as "Nancy" and I am still under the strict regime of "my" parents. They so desperately want me to marry, they want me to spend the rest of my life as a lowly housewife, my only purpose being to tend to my future children and the desires of my husband. It's not a life I am very excited about... or it wasn't until I met him... Charles is my saving grace. One of my duties as a maiden is to visit the market and acquire the vegetables and meats for the family. That's how I met him. I saw him, behind the gate of the mens academy, waving to me with a sweet look in his eyes. I decided to approach him,