It all began when I got the letter about the mysterious Jack the Ripper killings from you-know-who. Of course, there was a big crowd, including members of the yard, gathered around the scene of the crime. There was no way I'd get through. Then I remembered one of my employers from before I was posing as Ciel. This was, of course, the undertaker (I used to help him make coffins when I was visiting London). I asked Sebastian, as well as Madame Red and Lau, to wait outside when we got there. I wasn't sure if the Undertaker would recognize me like this, but I wasn't about to reveal myself in front of Sebastian or Lau (especially him but the reason for that is a story for another time). Madame Red already knew, of course, because she was looking after Ciel.

I walked into the Undertaker's shop. I hadn't seen him in almost three years, so I hoped he'd still remember me. Before I could say a word, I heard a familiar voice say, "He, he, he, is this the famous Lord Phantomhive?" He crept into sight and walked up to me. "Have you come to have a coffin fitted for you, or have you come for… information?"

"The latter," I said. "I'm hoping that you remember me from a couple years ago?" I asked, changing my voice to normal and removing my wig.

"Miss Clarissa?" the Undertaker grinned. "Why, may I ask, are you dressed like the earl?"

"He's my brother," I answered. "I've been posing for him to keep him out of danger. Anyway, could you please tell me what you know about the recent killings?"

"He, he, alright," he said. "You don't even have to make me laugh, but I would appreciate a good joke." I humored him and he told me what I needed to know. I put my wig back on and began to walk outside when the Undertaker asked me a question: "Miss Clarissa, what happened to your eye?"

I quickly responded, "It's just a different colour now. I just don't want anyone to see it." Then, I got back into the carriage waiting outside. I told Madame Red, Lau, and Sebastian what I found out from the Undertaker when we got back to my town house which I was staying in so it would be easier to investigate. Sebastian, of course, took it upon himself to make a suspect list. He was back in a little more than an hour with a list of suspects and alibies, amazing eveyone. Unfortunately for me, it was the Viscount Druitt. I hate creeps like that with a passion, so I did not look forward to investigating him.

It was Madame Red's idea for me to go to one of Druitt's parties dressed like a girl. "Oh, come on, Clarissa," she'd whispered. "You'll get to be more like your girly self this way. Who knows, maybe Sebastian will fall for you!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I'd lied, turning away so she couldn't see me blush. "Besides, I'm not a girly girl anyway."

"Will you do it for me at least, then?" she'd begged. "You'll just look simply adorable in the dress I got you." I eventually gave in, and after days of "training" the dreaded day of the party arrived. Madame Red was just about to help me get into the dress when Sebastian insisted that he could dress me while Madame Red got ready. Sebastian told me to change my undergarments first if I was to look like a girl in this dress (not that I needed help there). If it isn't already obvious, that's when he decided to surprise attack me with a corset, with the explanation that this would make it less obvious how many sweets I ate on the sly (he sure knows how to casually insult someone). Not that I even ate any on the sly in the first place, but Tanaka always seems to find ways to frame me for it. It was awkward for me, beginning to end. Even on the way to the party, just thinking that I'm a girl pretending to be a guy who's pretending to be a girl made me feel even more awkward.

We had finally entered the party, and right then I would have felt much more comfortable in a graveyard full of ghosts. I decided that I just wanted to get it over with when I saw Lizzie, who saw my dress and started heading towards us. Sebastian must have seen her too, because he took one look at me, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a nearby balcony. Madame Red suggested that he could go as my escort, but I made sure that he would just go as my tutor. I wouldn't have been able to stop my heart from pounding otherwise, not that it was easy to in the first place. He was still holding my hand when we looked to check if Lizzie was following us, but I wasn't paying attention to that…