It took Marinette a few months for her shop and her house to be settled (nor home, not yet, home was not here, home was far away in the future). At first her house would easily look like any upper middle class londonian house but when you looked closely you could see the differences.
(A pair of sunglasses resting in a glass cabinet, a sword -no,a katana- exposed on the wall, a Chat Noir hoodie to big for her in her closet, a graphic book sitting on her bedside, a guitar next to her bedroom door, a red cap on her desk, and so many things that wouldn't make a sense for anyone from this era, but most importantly was the dozens of pictures in her room)
A new bakery was opening in London this day of 7th november 1884, named "MDC Miraculous Bakery" and though the owner didn't know it yet, but its name would be earned toward a lot of people.
Everything about it seemed different for others it would remind them of another bakery in Paris, with tables and chairs, a small library on the side, it was nothing like other bakeries.
A bunch of children dressed in rags were admiring the inside and the cakes from the window with stars filling their eyes. To their surprise, instead of chasing them, she offered them a warm smile and a box of goods each.
Marinette went back inside a small smile on her face, she always loved children, she went back to the other side of the store, waiting for clients to come, doodling appropriate clothes for the era to make (to avoid the dresses made with arsenic).
"Aaah ! Those cakes are so cute ! Can we have some mom, please ?" a little girl with blond hair in pigtails, green eyes and in a winter pink dress begged a woman standing behind her.
Said woman threw a look at the pastries, then to the bakery and nodded "I never heard of this bakery but we can take a cake for the tea at my brother's" the woman looked strict and from the upper class, more likely a noble.
Entering the shop she noticed the young woman behind the counter. She had her black hair into a high ponytail, her hair were not left free, so most likely to not be married, wearing a visibly new dress, so not from a poor family, her features also showed that she was not british, asian and maybe french like her step-sister… Her necklace caught her eyes, the hair inside were black with blue tips, very unusual. The Lady was taken aback by the young girl warm smile and her curtsy.
"Good morning ladies,Welcome to my bakery, how can I help you ?"
The youngest beamed at the ravenette but stayed silent as her mother answered.
"You are the owner ? I thought women couldn't own a shop." Curiosity filled her voice but you could hear the steel in it.
The young woman offered her a shippish smile "It officially belongs to my father, however he left me in charge. What would please you".
Staring at the baker girl a few more moments, the strict woman nodded and turned her attention toward the cakes.