It’s 1860. Today is the funeral of the father of Edward Guinness. You had to attend as well because your father was a close friend of his. He is accepting all the condolences with his older brother Arthur. Your father and mother go to say their condolences and you had to follow. The moment Edward’s eyes meet your appearance, his heart skips a beat. You give your condolence and move on. Edward keeps an eye on your from that moment. After a while, when the most had given their condolences, he decides he needs to talk to you. Get to know you. He walks to you, take a deep breath and reaches you. He taps your shoulder gently. “Excuse me, miss.”