July 28th, 1888
Dear Mr. Gladstone,
I suppose it would depend on your definition of "outshine". I was always a vibrant young woman, but it is that same quality - combined with my unconventional attitude and disregard for societal norms in pursuit of friendships - that left me judged. How can you know that I am the same woman you once knew?
I was much changed since we last spoke, and I'm afraid the traits that society once judged me on have only been amplified by the experiences the past few months have put me through. I always believed that a life of spontaneity was the life for me, but there are things that change that: homelessness, hunger, desperation. I may not be the same Annabelle Scrimgeour you knew - and apparently grew to love along the way. The people in your life would never accept me as your acquaintance, let alone an object of your affection. And for all you might not care, I do.
What do you think, realistically, that we might do?
Affectionately,
Bella Scrimgeour
Bella Scrimgeour

— MJ is MAGICAL —