Monaco Grand Prix circa 2009, summer break has just started as you have fled the country, leaving their university life at Oxford to spend a bachelorette summer in Monaco with your billionaire parents.

You held a cigarette between your lips overlooking the race when your father taps you on the shoulder. "This is Felix Catton, get acquainted we have great plans for you both."

Right, you are in Monaco for not just any reason, why would your parents send you here for you to have fun? Your family is here because they need to be partners with a certain oil company, the Catton's.

So here you are being the bait for your family, as they're gonna marry you off to a bald barely living 90 year old heir.

Until your eyes are met with someone particular walking towards your seat. A tall guy with an eyebrow piercing and a sheepish smile. "Need something to light that up?" Felix reached inside his pocket to take out a lighter.