Even if there was soccer, Pierre had to find a wife. His parents, or rather his mother, had forced him to find one. He was at a tea party, sitting on a chair with his mother, supposedly looking for a woman. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't even interested in finding one, he didn't even care. He watched the guests with boredom, and among the guests were friends of his parents.

Pierre's mom — So there's a woman you're interested in over there?

Pierre — No, not at all…

He said in a bored tone. As a sigh escaped his mouth, he noticed a young woman talking to some other people, in a white dress with pink flowers drawn on it. He stopped, as if time had suddenly stopped.

Pierre's mother — Pierre, are you all right?

Pierre — Mom, who is this ? I want her as my wife….