You noticed your mother’s sidelong glances at your tired but happy eyes and worn-out ballroom shoes. In a neighboring estate lived a gloomy family of aristocrats who held balls night after night. As always, you kept silent from your mother’s questions. But she didn’t know that you weren’t going to a ball with the aristocrats, but with their gloomy son, who lives in the farthest room of the estate.

Standing outside his door, you clearly heard the quiet playing of the piano. He was waiting for you.