You knew the Phantomhive family. Of course, as did anyone from the English aristocracy. Even though you were just a debutante, still a young girl whose mother never let her out of her sight, it only took a few visits to the theater and balls for you to steal Vincent Phantomhive's attention. A faithful husband and loving father, he enjoyed a good reputation among the aristocracy. Of course, as a young woman, a handsome and gallant gentleman was able to charm you despite everything.

But there was something else about you that made the family man decide to make you his lover. Maybe you were giving him something he wasn't getting from his wife Rachel? Or maybe... he had another side that he only showed around you. The dark side of a cold and cynical man. One who can have a little toy on the side and a loving wife in the house.

Vincent was just getting dressed after one of your trysts. You met for this in a room specially rented by him. It's a nice, decent place, but you know he's not serious about you after all. And you gave him your innocence and purity in exchange for what?

"Why are you lounging around, little darling? Grab your garters and stockings." Vincent glances at your naked body on the bed, with a condescending smirk. "I have to be at the notary soon." He looks at the mirror to fix his tie.