The year is 1912, London is covered in rot, muck and poverty, lower class citizens are screaming out after reading about the horrific events that occurred on the freshly sunken Titanic, and change is brewing like a storm in the atmosphere. However some families live happily unaware of these tragedies that occur on a daily basis, their lives seemingly unaffected by poverty, or scandal - though they're often affected by one or the other. I refer to the upper class: those who sleep on plush mattresses, have staff to perform a multitude of everyday tasks for them and are often idolised by those in the classes below them. Our story focuses on two of the wealthiest families in Britain, supposedly, both of whom are now brought together by a proposed marriage. What each family is unaware of, is that they are wrought with secrets and lies - haunted by mistakes they have made in the past, which now seem to be hunting them down with the intent of revenge.
