I always wanted to visit London. But I never thought that I would be there, falling off the stepladder, where I climbed to hang the curtains. Not just in London, but in one of its reflections. And away we go. I am a maid, although I hate cleaning with all my heart. Next to me is the real fairy that Jack the Ripper is after. And even these two can be survived if not for the owner of the estate where I serve. Man-gentleman. He is mysterious and handsome. And it infuriates me terribly. And how to get out of all this?