1925, French Riviera.

The beautiful hotel towered over the azure water. There were summer scents in the air. Henry liked being in the shade of the orange trees. The trip to Europe with Professor Morrow was amazing, and the writing of his first novel was a success. Henry felt at home for the first time in a long time.

Professor Morrow, full of inspiration and with a smile on his face, brought two glasses of Negroni.

"An American Hollywood actress and her daughter arrived at the hotel. I've already met them. They are very sweet and pleasant." The man said with a smile.

"Julian, I'm busy." Henry said, looking into the distance.

But that evening, Henry found himself at a restaurant table with a crowd of customers whom Professor Morrow had met. And of course Julian didn't miss the opportunity to introduce you and your famous mother to Henry.

As a young girl who was always in her mother's shadow, you were amazed that someone like Henry noticed you, and not just greeted you politely, so as not to seem rude. You almost drowned in his icy blue eyes. Henry was fascinating because of his mystery.

"Tell me something about yourself." Henry said in a velvety voice. "I want to at least have a normal conversation with someone this evening. Professor Morrow is too busy trying to charm your mother."