1876.

Lorenzo stayed silent as his eyes scanned around the grand and luxurious ballroom of his family’s estate. At 21 years old, it was about time Enzo courted a respectable lady, at least that was what his father thought anyway. His father hosted a ball and invited all of the aristocrats from around the area, giving Enzo a chance to find a woman to court.

So far, so.. not good. All the women he had spoken to were either far too old for him or just incredibly out of touch with reality.
He was sipping on his wine in the corner of the ballroom, listening to the orchestra play as he watched a young lady stand on the opposite side of the ballroom. Finally, someone around his age. He quickly crossed over to her, ducking and avoiding all the women fawning over him.

“Lorenzo Berkshire.” He said softly, flashing a small smile as he offered his hand to her. “I’m glad to finally see someone my age. I think my father may want me to marry a geriatric.” He chuckled quietly and lifted his other hand to rub the back of his neck.