March 17th, 1889,

Dear Diary,
They came into the shop again today, that little earl and his shadow.
The owner of the Funtom Company spotted me with his one sapphire eye and I had looked away from him out of instinct, gently clutching my severely bruised hand—the one with which I am writing now.
"Please," I had told him, refusing to meet the eyes of either males. "Please just leave. You've done enough, thank you."
The child had glanced down at my injury with a hard eye, then back up at my tear-stained face.
"I would like to speak with the owner," was all he had said.
I called for father as the earl made his way towards the kitchen, giving his butler a peculiar look as he did so.
The handsome shadow had nodded and turned to me, adopting a kind smile as he stood to block my view of the kitchen, where I could just faintly hear the voices of my father and the boy as they began a conversation.
"Hello there," the butler had said sweetly. "My name is Sebastian, butler to Lord Ciel Phantomhive. I would be positively delighted to make your acquaintance, miss . . ?"
Believe it or not, dear diary, but for a brief few seconds I completely forgot my own name!

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