Elizabeth Wilcox, an open-minded Edwardian girl

My name is Elizabeth Wilcox and for the majority of my days, I have nothing to do. While it is true that I could help mother with cooking or father with tending with the garden, they usually don't allow me to do so and instead, had encouraged me to go look for my own interest.

I'm not sure why they didn't want me home but I was never the one to question their way of thinking. Roaming the city on my own was different from roaming the city growing up with a hand of a parent holding you as I've soon realized just how seedy, and yet lovely some of the businesses, people, and sights were. The coffee houses near me provided an enlightened way of thinking as well as acquaintances that were also quite as enlightened as me. Soon, I've found myself sleeping with many different partners, both men and women and yet, I don't believe that my parents would've been furious to this revelation if I have told them.

Exhausted from the usual spa, coffee house, or rented room that I was frequent to, I quickly found myself in a library I hadn't seen before. Curiosity took hold of me and I entered what seemed to be a labyrinth of books, book! Dashing to read the hanging signs that categorized each and every aisle of bookshelves, I found myself in the...