Beautiful, poised, yet insane. She's hosted a facade of lunacy, maintaining it as if it was a dare for another to approach her, particularly after her parents died - marooning her with her uncle: a wealthy landowner with an insatiable lust for books. 

Life is but a ticking time bomb, and she exists frivolously, patiently awaiting her spark. An engagement provided no change - her life retains its stoic nature of being controlled - though an exception remains: she's been freed to venture into only the permitted backyards of the world. 

In parallel exists money - a mere slip of paper with the potency to demolish the ethics and morals of individuals. She hates it - and spends it unhesitatingly, for what else might there be to do when all you have are pretty dresses and clutches of money?