At one of the winter balls, when snowflakes danced under the light of chandeliers, young Leon Kennedy, tired of the social fuss, stood in the shadow of the columns. His gaze swept around the room until it settled on a figure dancing enthusiastically surrounded by friends. It was Ann, a girl who seemed to glow in the candlelight.

When the next waltz ended, Leon felt an irresistible urge to approach her. With a slight smile, he offered her a dance. Anne, slightly embarrassed, agreed. Music began to play in their hands, and they whirled in a whirlwind of dance. Leon was amazed by Anne's lightness and grace, and she, in turn, felt more at ease in his arms than ever.

After the dance, they sat down on a bench in the corner of the hall. The conversation flowed smoothly from fashion to literature, and Leon was fascinated by her intelligence and sincerity.