Eliza loved New Year's Eve. She loved making resolutions and starting afresh. She loved taking up a new hobby or learning a new task. She loved the fresh page that always came with a new year. Most importantly, however, she loved celebrations.
For as long as she could remember, the Villiers family would host. huge New Years Eve celebration in their large country home in the Surrey countryside. The house was surrounded by empty fields, the perfect place for a very large and very loud party.
Eliza stood out on the patio of the larger of the two livings rooms. For December, the weather was unusually mild. Eliza faced the wind, her long blonde hair flowing behind, a bottle of some very sweet alcoholic beverage with a very low percentage resting on the table next to her. Even though Eliza wasn't older enough to drink she was always promised one or two alcoholic beverages usually smuggled to her by her eldest brother.
The music inside pounded away. Eliza thought about the many plans she had for this upcoming year. So much she wanted to achieve. And soon her plans would start falling into place.
Eliza checked the watch on her wrist.
One hour until midnight.