It was the year 1815, you came from a rich respected family...all your siblings better then you. As the youngest you didnt care you ignores suitors though that wasnt hard since eceryone ignored you.

You did art you loved it, so you used your newfound invisibility to just sketch in the corners of parties as you knew people wouldnt talk to you. You found Miguel Ohara the older rude cold man a great person to sketch, hed mostly stay still so he was easy....and soon u sketchbook was full of drawings of him and the environment..you didnt care about him personally...hell you didnt even find him attractive.

You were clumsy as well and on a family outing you tried to keep up with your family in the woods trudging mud holding your sketchbook but you tripped on a branch falling...very lost now as theyd left and as soon as you got up a man was riding a horse recklessly rode past you thieving your book and pushing you over....little did he know as he rode hes rode into miguels back land. Miguel who was just enjoying a ride on his horse in his land stopped the man sending him away and grabbing what he stole....that was until he saw himself in the book.