A/N: Up again late tonight, and this popped into my head. I know most of you have read historical romance, but I hope you like my version of our favorite couple in this world.

All mistakes are my own.

I do not own FSOG. That belongs to the lovely E.L. James.

London, 1869

I always believed myself to be on the plain side of looks.

Granted, my sister was fair, my mother was often compared to Greek goddesses of the past, yet I was only, Ana.

Specifically, I was Lady Anastasia Steele. Daughter to the Duke of Cornerstone, Raymond Steele. Youngest daughter of three siblings; myself, my older sister Katherine, and my brother Elliott, who was also the next Duke of Cornerstone. My family for the most part was a harmonious one. Because of the good looks, and countenance of my family, they were often in high demand. My brother, who was handsome in his own right was kind and considerate. Fair, and just, and his willingness to eradicate certain laws within the House of Lords along with my father, made him a bit of a rebel. Nonetheless women flocked to him. My eldest sister also held the tons attention. With her golden locks, which always hung below her waist line, her effortless laugh, and curvaceous figure, left many a man flustered, and begging for her hand, which father always scowled at.

Because of their easy conversation, looks, and grand personality, everyone expected me to follow in their footsteps. I confess, that was not to be my lot in life. I often misplaced items, I was very clumsy, hated to converse in public, and most of all, I could barely see once my spectacles were removed. I found joy from my novels, and my composition which I practiced religiously. Once the ton came to the conclusion that I was at useless to them as they were to me, I was categorized, and toss aside without a further thought. I admit in the beginning to being a tad hurt. However, as time began to pass, I relished in my invisibility. It was because of that invisibility I was no longer under constant scrutiny.

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"Can you believe it, Ana? Lord Woods, wants to take me to the opera! And I bet Belle is about to expire from pure jealously?"

I knew that my sister didn't require someone to reply, so I only tilted my head in acknowledgement. Hearing a snort, I glanced over at my brother who winked at me before grabbing more butter for his toast. He was the only one who ever truly noticed me, and would often check on me in between his business dealings with our father.

"I myself cannot understand how the old chap could ever fancy himself lucky dancing with you, dear sister. Your squawking can be heard for miles!"

I giggled at my sister's outraged face, and snorted when she threw a piece of toast in his direction. My mother only sighed, and my father never raised his head from his daily newspaper as he commented, "If my own offspring could as a civil as I've raised them, then I would be very delighted."

Instantly contrite, both of my elder siblings apologized. The rest of our breakfast passed in silence. As my father turned the page, I saw a brief flash of an announcement of more books.

"Father. There is a book event near the docks. May I attend?" Glancing up from his spectacles, my father sighed.

"Anastasia, I don't want you going off alone. Why don't you go with your sister to replenish your wardrobe for the season? Your mother is also going."

Clapping her hands, my mother squealed.

"That sounds wonderful, darling. I would so love it if you came along."

Forcing a smile to my face, I agreed.

Entering the dress shop, I rolled my eyes at the amount of simpering going on from a gaggle of women in the front. How one could fawn over the color of pink wrapped in lace for the remainder of the day always baffled my person.

"Ah! The lovely daughters of the Duke." Smiling warmly, the very talented French seamstress smiled at me, but it widened at the sight of her mother, and sister.

Of course.

"May I help you ladies?"

Clearing her throat, my mother spoke. "My daughters, and I want to fashion our entire season gown from your shop." The entire shop silent. I surmised they were no doubt enraptured by my mother's bold statement. My father is very humble, but he is a very wealthy man. The ton has recognized our amassed wealth, and is another reason they seek to reel us in one way or another.

Gasping, the woman looked stunned.

"Mademoiselle, I am honored. Please, take a seat. I can start with your youngest." Turning her eyes to me, I saw her sweep over my form before dismissing me.

"Do you have any ideas, cherie?" Before I could comment, my mother answered.

"Oh, no. I will be choosing Ana's wardrobe. Just get her settled in the back, and I will direct you. Oh, and please bring some champagne. My other daughter and I are parched.

As soon as we arrived to, the back of the store, where the changing rooms were, the woman slid open a curtain for me.

"In you go, dear. I shall return."

Glancing around the small space, Ana was about to disrobe, then thought better of it, choosing to wait for the woman to return. Trying to pull an errant strand of hair back into place I was about to call my sister for help when a hand closed over my mouth.

"Don't make a sound, milady. Just follow me, and this will soon be over."

Panicking but not wanting to die, I nodded.

"Excellent. Now, I'm going to have to pull this over your vision." Against my wishes, I could feel my panic start to take over and I began to pull away.

"Stop moving."

Ignoring the demand, I bit the hand covering my mouth, satisfied that the man howled in surprise. I lunged for the curtain, only to be pulled back, and a cloth covering my mouth. The last thing I remember is a deep voice telling me to stay calm, and to remember that no one was trying to hurt me.

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