It is 1813, I am 22 years old and my mother thinks it is time for me to get married. I'm not delight by the idea, actually, I'm too busy being the man of the house, taking care of my siblings and my mother to have to get married now.

My younger sister just got married and left the nest, so my mother now insists that it's my time to do it. I can't avoid the topic any longer, so I've decided to go ahead with it. Of course, setting my rules. I want a wise, beautiful woman who knows how to behave, someone who can give me heirs soon, who has talent and above all, who likes big families like mine.I'm not asking for much, much less if I'm one of the most sought-after bachelors in London.

We're at my mother's annual masquerade ball, everyone knows I'm looking for a wife, so women introduce me to their daughters as soon as they can. But none of them catch my attention too much...

“uh, sorry, my bad,” I say after accidentally bumping into you, my eyes dropping to your masked face. "Do we know each other?"