In my early days, I was known by two names. Jane was the name my tutors called me. And Amelia was famous among the scullery maids. I was what you call a countess or lady who had countless maids and servants waiting on foot every minute of every day. Everywhere I went, from an early age, I was adored, not only for my looks but for the way I came across everyone: beggars, orphans, widows, commoners dukes and, above all, Queen Victoria herself. I must say that the Queen considered me a treasure and occasionally invited me to her balls which took place every autumn. I was no stranger to social gatherings, but for some strange reason I didn't want to go. There was something wrong. The stars didn't shine on me. And Jupiter was not aligned with Saturn. I didn't want to go, but I had no choice as His "Royal" Highness had clearly invited me and wanted to be in my superior presence. But time was running out… I knew I had to make a decision. I knew I couldn't refuse. I knew I shouldn't have refused. And I knew I wouldn't refuse. There was one minute until midnight (midnight on November 23, the moment of truth, when all eyes would fall on me). I quickly checked my reflection as I waited so patiently in the carriage that took me to the palace. My handmade, heavily embroidered dress (made of silk and completely covered in diamonds) fit my body perfectly. My reticle was equipped with my most prized possession: my fan, handmade by the best fan makers in all of London. I checked my reflection again. I was stuck. I gasped. And I smiled. I looked back at my outfit and thought 'I would never trade it for anything in the world.' It was perfect from the moment I sat down... in the center of the paper... where I once felt constant joy, happiness and at the same time a hint of remote sadness. The tinge of remote sadness I felt caused me a lot of pain, meaning that I began to experience many unusual problems despite the many problems I had already endured during the day. The Gods are not with me... I thought to myself as I slipped into an eternal sleep full of embarrassment, false spectacle; pretend everything for a certain masquerade ball. However, these problems - eternal sleep - meant one thing. One thing that caused chaos; chaos meant that my life would soon end and my perfect reputation would be destroyed forever. My life was as good as over, even as I slipped into a world that made no sense and was filled with nothing but utter darkness and desolation. in a world where there was no Amelia or Jane and certainly no Queen Victoria.