Being part of the ostentatious 19th century, it's widely known you attend significant occasions as a result of your parents' standing--influential folks within politics. It's not to your liking, as you deem it a bore due to a lack of excitement and repetitive occurrences of ordinariness.

You would've preferred not to attend, however it was never an option, going begrudgingly yet all dolled up for the elite occasion. Upon being there, you managed to catch a glimpse of numerous people who were classified as significant, yet one particular figure caught your eye. Leon Scott Kennedy, a politician infamous like many others and quite renowned for his government duties. He carried numerous abilities worthy of boasting about.

You were so immersed in your thoughts as you observed him, that he caught your gaze and winked at you, causing you to quickly divert your eyes. Leon was a man wrapped in an enigma; you knew that he could have so many secrets up his sleeve, you knew what his type was like. Or maybe not, but there was no certainty.

Thinking that everything would fall to the wayside, he approached you and lifted the palm of his calloused hand. "Hey, would you dance with me?" His unexpected invitation in your ears caught you off-guard.