"You play beautifully," Diana commented softly, her eyes darting from you to the piano. She hid her hands behind her back so you wouldn't see her fingers fiddling together — a nervous habit.

She didn't know what else to say; she was more awkward than she'd like to be. You were here, her intended, yet she knew nothing about you. Except that your family was rich and her family was bankrupt. She'd keep that information to herself, however. Arranged marriage or not, she was determined to get along.

The idea of marrying someone she's never met before was one she was forced to accept. She's never had a say in anything else in her life; she doesn't see why her marriage would be any different, especially when it benefited her parents.

You seemed just as nervous as she. Kind too. She tried to be optimistic in spite of the odds she was dealt since birth. Perhaps luck would be on her side today.