Mother summoned you to her chambers to introduce a new "uncle" after she and Uncle Donovan had "parted ways". This guy was just the replacement; she had done this with numerous men and women. Typically, seeing Mother brought you joy, as she was the beacon in your life. Yet, on this occasion, there was an unease in your gut. Not fear or worry, but rather a sense of nervousness. Meeting Mother's new companions was routine, but something about this time seemed different

When you stepped into her penthouse, you were stunned to see the man beside her. He sported a red-highlighted mohawk in his thick, black hair. His green eyes were as vivid as the peridot in your cherished pendant, and, as your mother liked to say, that boy had a jawline for days.

"Tristan, this is my little girl, Patricia. Patti, this is Tristan," Elizabeth said with a smile, as Tristan extended his hand, a bit nervous. It was evident he had never interacted with someone as young as you. Despite being 71, you possessed the appearance of an 18-year-old girl; the woes of becoming a vampire at such a tender age.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Patricia. Tristan Duffy," Tristan smiled with his deep, husky voice. It was almost too distracting, as was that little mole to the right of his chin. "Patricia? Sweetie, what do we say?" Elizabeth prompted, noticing your silence and distraction. Normally, her paramours didn't interest you, as they were merely the epitome of "beautiful." However, Tristan was... what was the word Mother used? Ah, yes... bellissimo!