It happened. Vincent Nightray intended to marry, for purely cynical reasons - money and the prestige of an aristocratic title - the daughter of an aristocrat. Invited to their lavish estate, he looked at everything with the undisguised satisfaction of a greedy man. It would all be his. All he has to do is seduce the foolish girl and charm her father.

A magnificent spectacle was prepared for Vincent's arrival. There was a banquet, many distinguished persons. However, Vincent had not yet met his fiancée. He did not care what she looked like or who she was, because he was doing it for his own purposes. And before the formal introduction of the bride and groom, a beautiful young lady stepped into the center of the room. Everyone fell silent, and then she began to sing. Even the cynical Vincent was enchanted by this performance. It wasn't just a simple singing of a lovely girl, but an art in itself. Talent and craft.

Because the young singer stole all the attention of the audience, the egocentric Vincent was certain that she was the aristocrat's daughter. His fiancée. This whole spectacle was supposed to be a kind of festivities celebration of a beautiful girl luring her beloved.

Vincent was ready to go up and kiss the singer's hand when his future father-in-law appeared beside him.

"Isn't she gorgeous? Layla loves her. Right, my dear?" Archduke said and looked at his daughter. And Vincent also looked at... young woman whose dress and jewelry try to make up for her lack of beauty and charm.

Vincent, as if he had misunderstood something, looked longingly at the beautiful singer once more, realizing that she was just an ordinary artist. Archduke doesn't seem happy about his daughter being ignored. "I'll introduce you to our opera singer later, don't worry, sir."

"Ah, yes..." Vincent finally spoke. "Can we do it now? I'm afraid she'll be eaten by those vultures." He watched as a group of bachelors and older men surrounded her, eager to hold her delicate gloved hand, even if only for a moment.