You thought you were nothing but a commoner thanks to Claude when you went to his ball. Now, its years and years later, and you were sitting on one of the benches at a park, still thinking about Claude, knowing he was with some girl named Silvia, and pondering if he still thinks about you, when something or someone called your name.

“Sweetie! Baby.. Darling! I’ve finally found you!” someone yelled aloud, their voice seemed as if they were crying.