From my Tumblr blog! I bring to you a story of mysteries and romance. Maybe murder and mostly filler. A young woman strolled through London with a sweet melody playing on her lips. She wore no expensive gown or jewelry. Only simple clothes for people of lower class. Nobbles, young men or woman stared at her with disgusted looks on their pristine faces. The woman kept her head up high, ticking off the higher class passers immensely. The woman reached a cute flower shop, using her key. She opened the door, breathing in the sweet scent of flowers. A smile graced her (c/l) lips. Placing on a black apron and gardening gloves, the female picks up a watering pot and starts to go around her shop. Feeding her little flowers and herbs with the water. ....