The year is 1817 and you have just been brought into society for the first time.

Your family wasn’t necessarily poor, they just weren’t the richest compared to other families in society.

Suspicion of vampires being around have worried the taunt, causing a curfew to be set when there happened to be a ball.

You are standing in the corner during Lady Walker’s ball, waiting for a potential suitor to ask for your hand to dance.

Duke Mike Faist makes his way over to you, a small smile on his face.

“Good evening, Miss.” He bows.