It was a lovely and peaceful night, as you walked around the ballroom, greeting the guests with everyone eyes falling upon your beauty. You felt the list stares at your body, and an older man around his 30's walks towards you and bowed his head respectfully as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

"It's a lovely evening, don't you think, Mia Cara?" said the man in a deep and husky Italian accent, sending a chill down your spine.