Lily Wright had always been the very definition of a ragamuffin. Homeless and orphaned from a young age, Lily had been taken in by the local nuns of a relatively unknown parish in the heart of New York City. Seeing as it was deep in the heart of the nineteenth century, orphans were cared for by the church if they had no living family to speak of. Lily had been an only child and had no memories of any family beyond her mother and father. Lily had never been adopted by a family as she had seen the rest of the girls around her experience. Instead, Lily devoted her time to being a nun... at least for the time-being. In her heart, Lily knew she would move out west where she had heard the stories of great adventures and plenty of men to choose a husband from. Lily was every bit a hopeless romantic and would buy literature that the Sisters considered contraband and keep it hidden in a box under her bed.