ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Sugar ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Since she was an accidental baby, and her parents already invested a lot of time into their much older daughter, Liz was left in the care of her maid, Josephine. Her maid noticed Liz’s odd behavior; rocking back and forth, repeating phrases over and over, even tugging out small clumps of her hair. Josephine did her best to teach Liz how to be a proper lady as she grew. There was much time dedicated to showing Liz how others lived their lives and helping her gain appreciation for smaller things.

During this, Liz developed a deep interest in culinary, to the point it would practically be all she ever talked about. Everything in her life could relate back to it in some way. With how much it excited her, coupled with her strange behavior, it wasn’t long until rumors began to sprout up that she must’ve been a fae or a changing. Her family, wanting to keep their reputation afloat, told Josephine to keep her under control and enforce how to act properly.

Liz found herself feeling more tired, yet more and more driven to cook and discover more recipes. It excited her so much, though she didn’t understand why she had to hide her enthusiasm. It just wasn’t ladylike, she assumed. Neither was her blunt observations, her straightforward approach, her willingness to be open and honest. Ladies should be quiet, right?

As she grew, she discovered new things about herself that she kept hidden away, people seemed so uncomfortable around her. She did her best to keep up appearances, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. She hadn’t seen Skeffington since she was a child, and her father seemed to wrap himself up in spice trading to pick up any slack.

Once Liz was around twenty, she told Josephine that she wanted to escape, to be able to express her love for culinary freely. There wasn’t many options for her, especially as a woman of her status. However, Josephine had an idea. Her cousin, who ran a bakery in London, owed her a favor. With a few strings pulled on her end, and some hush money on Liz’s, she was able to flee from her life in France.

She wasn’t paid, she no longer had access to luxury, but she was happy. Liz worked alongside Louis, Josephine’s cousin, for a few years in bliss. She heard so many stories from customers, some harmless, some criminal. Yet there was a mysterious man who came by the bakery, asking for information on Skeffington, someone Liz hadn’t thought about in ages.