Here on the country side of London in (birth month) in the year 1887, life is very simple. My butler wakes me with my morning tea and breakfast, tells me the schedule while I eat and he dresses me, and we go into town to run errands or play "Guard Dog" for the Queen with my brother.

"This morning for breakfast is scrambled eggs with sausage, potatoes, a biscuit, and a cup of refreshing tea." My butler stated, placing the tray in my lap and uncovering it while I sat up and rubbed my eyes at the sudden light.

I chuckled at the food. "I'm guessing Bardroy is home sick."

"I suppose so, mistress." He agreed with a bow as I ate the food, grateful that I was being served an American breakfast for a change. "After breakfast, we are to retrieve your ring from the jewelers, and then the Queen wants you to look into another case."

"Did she say what kind?" I asked.

"No mistress." He answered. "She simply said that the Scotland Guard is stumped and require your…insightful detail." He answered.

I chuckled. "You mean Ciel's" I grumbled.

"You are Ciel's younger sister. You are the only other one who knows how the Queen likes the mysteries solved." He added, pulling on my corset with such force, I thought he would kill me…then again; it's no different than any other day this past year.

"Remind me again why I must wear this?" I asked. "I've never had to wear one before!"

"That was when you lived in America as a factory girl. You are a noble young lady of England now."

"What makes me so noble?!" I grumbled childishly.

"You are a Phantomhive now."

I chuckled a little. "I often forget that Ciel is my older brother now." It was then when something struck me. "Sebastian…where is Ciel I haven't seen him in days?"

"Master Ciel wanted to take a vacation with Pluto. If he needs me, he only needs to command my presence. Otherwise, I'm simply your butler alone."

I looked at my butler and smiled. "Once I'm dressed, I want you to check on Meyrin, you know how much of a clutz she can be."

"Yes mistress."

"And when you pass by the Finnie, be sure he's doing his work and not day dreaming again."

"Of course mistress."

"Also, when you get to the kitchen, be sure Bardroy DOESN'T have a flame thrower for a change; though because he cooked an American breakfast, I doubt that he doesn't have it. None the less, if he does, be sure it doesn't stay there."

"Yes mistress."

"And, as long as you're there, have dinner started so it will be done tonight."

"Of course mistress."

I looked over him again after he dressed me in my blue and black lacy dress and arranged my (h/c) hair and black scarf so that it covered the purple seal we share that binds us together. After a while, I waved him off. "That'll be all Sebastian."

"Yes my Lady." He bowed respectfully before walking away. Hearing several crashes and explosions, I simply sighed, stopping him in his tracks. "Something the matter?"

"…On second thought, Bardroy makes the bigger messes, and I need both their messes cleaned BEFORE Ciel returns. Otherwise, he'd blame me for not keeping a hold on them."

"As you wish mistress." With that, he bowed and left the room to do as he was told.

I woke up in bright light. I didn't recognize the room, or the cloths I wore, or anything. Part of me didn't want to part from the soft, warm bed, but I also had a feeling of nervousness and anxiety. "What are you talking about?!" I heard a young, but strict voice yell outside the door. "I thought you could only have a contract with ONE soul at a time!"

"This was a unique situation." The other voice, which I recognized as Sebastian, answered. "She has a very common goal to yours."

"I DON'T CARE!" the first voice screamed. "Send her back to Australia, or Africa, or wherever the bloody hell she's from!"

"She's from the Americas, United States to be exact."

"Like hell I care!"

"Come on Master Ciel." A new, deep but lazy voice complained.

"Yeah, if what Sebastian says is true, she's still family." Another high-ish, cheery voice stated.

"She is our mistress too, she sure is!" a fourth new voice exclaimed in a high, scratchy tone.

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "…Did I just hear…"mistress"?"