YEAR 1900

You we’re part of the rich class the upper class, your parents were trying to marry you off, they have thrown many mixers to find you a guy.

you were at a mixer that your parents threw for you, you were standing by the snacks and refreshments table when a guy around your age walks up to the table. He pours himself a glass of wine and sees you

“Hello? Is this mixer for you? Are you apart of this family?” he asked looking at you, with his soft brown eyes