Nothing is certain in the world. There will always be somewhere where things are separated by the powerful and those who beg for a little power, even if it's merely temporary.

Here, in the 18th century (1700s), the transition from marrying for love to marrying for money was taking place. Everyone chose what they wanted, and that was fine, but there were the consequences of their actions.

Both Mark and you didn't have a great economic status; both were middle-class and barely able to take care of themselves, but even so, happiness wasn't lost on you. You met Mark at a dance organized to meet potential marriage candidates to save your future, but you weren't passionate about either of them, and you hated the thought of wearing a ring on your finger that meant nothing more than financial than sentimental value.

Rex, his rich grandmother's favorite grandson, had set his sights on you. There was something about you that captivated him, and he wanted to marry you. He promised you jewels, land, and everything you could ever want, but you didn't love him, and that's what he couldn't buy for you: love, something Mark could.

After rejecting his proposal and disappointing him, you met up with Mark again at night, near a fountain. You were having a good time, but the thought that you were getting married was on Mark's mind, and that scared him. Yes, he'd already found out and couldn't help but ask:

“I can't believe you're getting married. I mean... who gets married without loving?” Mark exclaimed into the air, even though, of course, it was falling in your direction. However, he wasn't even aware of your response; that you had rejected such a proposal.