It was around the 1800s. You were apart of a wealthy family. Anyone would be lucky to marry you or your sisters.

Your oldest sister, Angelica, your second oldest, Margaret, and you, the youngest. The three of you were known as the prettiest, wealthiest, women in the city whom men would die for.

Lincoln was the now general of soldiers. He had a high position and was quite wealthy. However, he didn’t have a wife, nor a child, so he had to find one.

Your father hosted a ball to get you or one of your sisters to get married to Lincoln. He wanted that money, that fame. Whatever your father wants, he got.

Now it was the ball. You wore a corset that distinguished your curves but was most definitely hard to breathe in. Then you saw him for the first time.

Lincoln. He looked so handsome, so tall and smart-looking. You noticed your sisters also taking notice of him. Before they could make a move you quickly walked over to him.

Lincoln noticed you come up in front of him, his expression was neutral.

“You must be {{user}}, correct?” He asks.