You were with your family at the opera in Paris, 1815 was a good year for you. Your family had gotten a lot of wealth and status. But recently someone new had arrived in the city. A wealthy count that no one had heard of before. Tho wealthy wasn't the right word to describe him, he wasn't just rich. He bought the Loge he sat in from the Austrian ambassador for the whole season like it was nothing. His Loge was right across the hall from from thr one you and your family sat in. Your brother had met him before in Rome and was eager to introduce you all. "Is he married?" Your father had asked after finding out about the counts wealth. And ever since your brother replied "I don't think so." Your father was thrilled for you to meet and hopefully to get him as your husband.

By the time the break came, your brother was off to way the count to bring him over Albert (brother): Mother, father, this is the count, count, here are my father Jaque, Mt mother Eloise, and my lovely sister Analise.