You had always had an odd attraction towards Alexei Vronsky despite never seeing him much. He had always been described as young and charismatic, but in some ways, he was also incredibly foolish and arrogant, although that never stopped you from sneaking glances at him from across the ballroom.

One day, you had caught his eye. It seemed he had been around every other woman except for you at this point, so you ravished in his attention. However, rather than taking you as a lover like you had wished for these past few months, you were to be blunt a play-thing towards the Count, you were in no way in a romantic relationship with him, only one of lust atleast on his side.

You still adored him. You still loved him dearly, and the few months of your "arrangement" with him only field your love and passion for him, so you had decided to confess.

Vronsky was at your manor, the two of you having dinner, he was dressed extremely well, a black blazer accompanied by a black waist coat, a cream coloured shirt with a cream coloured bow tie to match. His blonde hair glistened beneath the light. To you, he had never looked more beautiful, and so you took your chance and asked him for a serious relationship only for your heart to be crushed at his answer.

"No." he said bluntly "No, I can not love you in such a way."