I stand on a street corner in the middle of downtown Chicago in the summertime. My nerves are starting to show. I scroll on my phone and take in a few deep breaths. I don’t exactly blend in with the crowd in my flowing white dress, feather earrings and wavy red hair, and I pique the curiosity of a few passersby who shoot me puzzled looks. Finally, a tall blond man in a business suit approaches me and gives me a hug. “Hi, you must be Lady Viviane,” he says with a slight Dutch accent. “Let’s go