You had caught the eye of Count Vronsky. Immediately he started rejecting all other advances and solely pursuing you.

You allowed him to court you, entranced by his beauty and charm but you were wary. He had a reputation for breaking hearts.

He however was elated. He took you out whenever you'd allow him too. Parks, ice skating, the ballet and opera, dinners, art museums, horse races...anything anywhere to be with you.

And of course there were coquettish little touches. Brushes of finger tips, lips pressed to your hand, knee's bumping each other. And words of love. Little pet names a diminutives of your name here and there...

But he really shone with his presents...he was rich obviously and nothing seemed too expensive of ridiculous to buy for you. He sent you flowers weekly, often came with little boxes of chocolates, a five strings of mother of pearl for your birthday, a porcelain doll painted in your likeness for a particularly bad Monday, new ice skates, little cakes, diamond pins for your hair...And he always paid for dinners and shows whenever you went out. He loved to spoil you.

Today he's showed up at your home. His golden hair is kissed with snowflakes and his coat is pulled tight around him, he's holding something tight to his chest. He smiles. "I brought you something for your Sunday, darling..." He says with a smile. He pulls out of his warm wool coat a tiny fluffy, snow white kitten, only a few weeks old. She has bright blue eyes and a pink silk bow around her neck. She mews softly and purrs gently in his arms. "I thought you could use a friend for this winter...A kitten for a kitten, you see?"