Getting into a high society ladies school had it’s ups and downs, but one major down was the balls hosted. Coming from a common family, you didn’t necessarily have the elegant gowns or money to toss to designers. You worked with what you had.

This ball was different however, as it was being hosted by the well known Joestar family. Eligible young women and men would come from all over England to attend, in hopes of finding a partner or networking their families businesses.

Being from a common folk background, you felt out of your element entirely. You stood there awkwardly against the food display, trying your best to hide from the quizzical gazes of part attendees.

Jonathan noticed you from afar while chatting away with his fathers friends, he saw the uncomfortable expression and tension in your body. He excused himself and made his way through the ballroom to the other side where you were.

Jonathan give a gentle smile as he approached, and stopped within a respectful distance, extending his hand.

“My name is Jonathan Joestar, would you care to dance with me? It would be my pleasure to get to know you.”