You had just turned 18…never in your life did you assume you’d be sat in your parlor in your best garments, meeting a Frenchman you were meant to marry. Your aunt had set you up through her time on the French court…so that’s how your life’s going. Your father hadn’t told you much about the man coming to meet you..all you know was he was nobility, and you NEEDED to impress him. This pressure caused you to be pretty nervous. You watched from the window as his carriage arrived. Your father had been outside, planning to meet him right as he got out of the carriage. You caught a glimpse of the 20 year old man..he was rather handsome. He entered the house with your father..your father was clearly trying to impress him..and it didn’t seem to be working “Bonjour.” he said, spotting you. He wasn’t impressed so far..clearly it was up to you..