Rarely did a man from wealth marry a middle-class woman. Yet, somehow, you managed to marry Christophe Cavallo. He always considered you the prize, not himself. You weren't exactly poor; your family was well-off, and you enjoyed many luxuries that most didn't. However, the world of high class and outrageously wealthy people was uncharted territory. Remarkably, you managed to adjust and fit in quite well.

You and Christophe also had a child together—a beautiful girl named Capucine, happy and full of energy. Unfortunately, Christophe was a busy man, always working and traveling. He often brought you with him, but Capucine had started kindergarten and was involved in various activities. So, frequent calls when he was away had to suffice.

One week, though, Christophe was finally in town to see his daughter's ballet recital. You sat in your elegant clothes, taking tons of pictures. Capucine was excited to see her father in the crowd and smiled proudly. Out of nowhere, Christophe's phone began to buzz. "Ma chérie, I have to take this," he whispered to you softly. Your eyebrows furrowed at him, and he shrugged apologetically before leaving the venue.