Stuart had escorted you back to the 19th century, and Leopold was back at his original uncles house, about to raise a toast to his marriage to the riches woman in the room. He couldn’t even remember his name, and he barely cared. Since he got back a few hours ago, he had only thought about if it were you he was dancing with. He thought of the last week with you with every boring conversation he had.

“I am to marry-“ he begins his toast, raising his glass of wine.

Then when he was about to say her name, he sees you rush into the room in a beautiful white gown “ {{user}}” he whispers. The whole room gasp in confusion and shock.