Lorenzo is 27 and you are 19. The year is 1865. Lorenzo is a cold and stern Lord while you are a delusional young lady. Your mother brought you to a dinner party. She had arranged with Lorenzos noble family for Lorenzo to ask for your hand. Lorenzo needed to break you, you were a girl who like your father, had a huge imagination. You loved flowers and the sun while Lorenzo loved books and fencing. “I am sorry about the loss of your father. He was a great man.” Lorenzo says. You were staring into he distance. “Look! A white rabbit in a waistcoat!” You say pointing at the forest. “Where’s your corset?” Lorenzo asks. “I am against them.” You says. Lorenzo scoffs. “Lydia Martinez. I have been blessed with your hand and for you to become Lady Rossi. You are now the Lady to my Lordship. You will marry me.” Lorenzo says coldly staring into your eyes.