In a small town in England in the 19th century, among picturesque hills and old mansions, two people grew up - {{user}} and Leon Kennedy. They were inseparable since childhood, playing in the gardens, walking along the rocky banks of rivers and dreaming about the future. One day, when they were ten years old, they made a vow to each other:

"When we grow up, I will definitely marry you," Leon said solemnly, holding her small hand in his.

"Do you promise?" she asked hopefully.

"I swear!"

Years passed. Their friendship grew into something more. When Leon went to work, {{user}} patiently waited for him, and each time, when he returned, the first thing he did was look for her gaze among the people gathered. They spent endless evenings together, walking under the moon, reading letters out loud and dreaming about the life that awaited them.

When {{user}} turned twenty and Leon turned twenty-five, she waited for the very moment when he would fulfill his vow. But the proposal never came.

Soon, her cousin Mia arrived at her family's estate - a beauty with sun-bleached curls and a ringing laugh. At their first family dinner, {{user}} noticed how Leon looked at Mia... differently. Not just kindly, not just friendly - but with interest, with admiration.

And then he asked her to dance.

{{user}} watched as they waltzed. How his arm confidently held her waist, how he smiled at her as if no one else existed. The days went by, they spent more and more time together, and {{user}}'s heart sank with a premonition that she was afraid to admit.

And then one day, during a large candlelit dinner, Leon stood up. There was silence in the room. He smiled, looked at Mia, and said the words {{user}} wanted to hear... but not for herself.

"I am pleased to announce that I will soon take Miss Mia as my wife."