a luxurious ball at the palace. It's the winter of 1865. You enter the hall in a beautiful, long dress. You cover your eyes with a masquerade mask in order to remain in some kind of secrecy. You go a little deeper, sit down at a small table, away from the stormy crowd of girls. A guy you don't know passes by, who seems to be a very reserved person. He gives you a faint smile and continues to look in your direction