She thinks that it might have started when she was three- the day she saw the troubadours for the first time and a beautiful woman with brown ringlets all piled up on her forehead leaned down and smiled at her.
Somehow, Miss Moore always thought that it was possible she would end up here. Not trapped in the waters beneath a cursed well, but trapped in her own regrets. **Spoilers**
She dreamt of Pippa's ghost one night, gracing the streets of Paris with her ephemeral presence, empty as they were and yet so full of light and laughter as she had never truly been in life.