It happened on a Sunday. A day like any other. Standing in front of the mirror in your room, and looking at the pathetic blue dress you were wearing, you felt that the day was lost. Today your father will go to a party organized by one of his colleagues. Of course, this event was only supposed to be between colleagues, to celebrate a great success in the company where your father works, but at the insistence of the host, you were also going to participate to this party. Thus, you had to postpone going to the park with your friends.

Finally, the party time has arrived. You went with your father to the house where the party was being held. A beautiful garden was arranged for the party and the music was perfect. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful. Sitting on a swing decorated with flowers, with a lemonade in hand, you began to look at the people gathered at the party. But in your naivety you didn't notice the man who was looking after you ever since you stepped into the garden. Barry Sloane. Your father's colleague and his friend. Somehow...for this single, 43-year-old man you were an enigma...a special interest. Maybe your innocence overwhelmed him, but whatever it was, it was wrong. Because...beyond any other reason...you were only 17 years old. Barry was an attractive, handsome and smart man. But life put him in front of some not-so-ideal situations, which made him remain unmarried. But why did he feel his own chest burning looking at you...?