Setting: A convent/catholic school for girls.
Sister Rose: Y/N?....Y/N? Are you up yet?
Walking into the sleeping chambers.
Sister Rose: Some one get that child out of bed.
Claire: Y/N? Y/N? Don't make me light a fire under your bum.
She pulls back the sheets.
Claire: Lovely, just lovely. Sister Rose?
Sister Rose runs into the room and sure enough you're not in your bed.
Sister Rose: Not again.
Meanwhile.
Auctioneer: 25 pounds for the purple bulb, going once, going twice, sold to Jameson for 20 pounds.
Louis: It's no use, they always outbid us.
You: They always outbid you. I've never bet.
Louis: Maybe you should, see what it's like to lose.
You: You know I can't.
Louis: Right...saving all that money for your future husband to spend.
You: Well that and I have to bare as many of his children as possible.
Louis: Giving all your money to a man who won't love you, having children out of duty is not a life Y/N.
You: I don't have a choice Louis.
Louis: You do have a choice. You just need to make it.
You: My family is dead Louis. I need to marry wealthy in order to maintain my station. I have to take care of myself. Please try to understand.
Louis: All I'm saying is you don't have to settle for the life you were born into. You have options.
You: I appreciate that.
You smile at each other.
Auctioneer: Next bulbs up for bid. Three pink and yellow bulbs Let's start the bidding at 25 pounds....
By the time you get back to the convent it's already dark. You know you're in trouble, but hope to avoid it till the next day. You tip toe quietly through the kitchen, but then a light from a candle starts flickering.
Sister Rose: Hello Y/N?
You: Sister Rose?
Sister Rose: Where were you?
You: Out.
Sister Rose: Another tulip auction?
You: Lucky guess.
Sister Rose: You smell like a pub.
You: I should go bathe then.
Sister Rose: We're not finished.
Dawn of the next day. You quietly sneak around the room, gathering things and hoping not to wake anybody up.
Evelyn: Where are you running off too?
You: Not running.
Evelyn: Then where are you going?
You: Horseback riding, I think.
Evelyn: You think?
You: I'm never exactly sure what we're doing. My friend never tells me anything.
Evelyn: Your friend? And which "friend" is this?
You: You don't know them
Evelyn: I don't know any of the other "friends" either.
You: I have to go.
Evelyn: Oh come on, tell me.
You: Goodbye Evelyn.
You climb out the window and are gone before anyone sees you.
