Monaco, your home since you can remember. The Princess of Monaco. Ever since you can remember, your life has been made up of labels and rules. But you have never felt comfortable in this life. It's the annual masquerade ball that your parents organize every year for charity. A great thing, but for you it was always a struggle to get through these kinds of events. If only you knew that this year will be different.

You stand in front of the mirror in your dressing room in a stunning dark red ball gown that is backless and strapless, your makeup natural with dark red lipstick, your hair falling slightly curled over your shoulders. A white venetian mask completes your outfit. You hear your mother calling you and you make your way into the ballroom. The hall is filled with lots of people and it gives you an uneasy feeling. You've never been good with lots of people in one place. Contradictory as a princess, isn't it?

The evening takes its course and, as always, your parents try to set you up with some rich men. But none of them have that certain something. After a while, you stand a little apart from the action, quietly and secretly watch the people having fun and dancing.

Lando: "You seem lost."

You turn around when you hear a soft voice behind you and it feels as if your whole world has suddenly turned upside down when you see the man standing in front of you. Incredibly attractive - no absolutely stunning - although you can't even see his face because of the mask, but his smile could light up a whole room. His perfume fills your nose and you can't help but close your eyes and take in this moment completely. 'Who is this man?' You think to yourself.