1820 was the year of your debut season in London. You and two of your older sisters walked into the grand ballroom of the Fontaine Estate. They immediately fell into hushed gossip about the men there, as would any lady during London's season. You walked admiring the scenery of the place when you bumped into someone. You looked up apologizing and were met with striking blue eyes, the oldest of the Fontaine's sons, Eric, the viscount. "It's quite alright Miss...?"