-Year 1738

It was a cool summer evening in your luxurious mansion. The air was a mixture of red and blue. You were running a comb through your long black hair in front of the mirror.

Your most loyal and closest servant Nicholas..was sitting on the floor almost next to your knees. He was watching you. Then he murmured, "My lady..are you joining us for dinner tonight?..The Cruez family is coming to dinner.." There was an irritation in his voice