You stood and talked with your friend in the market who had a shift. Talking sweetly and giggling, you feel like you are being pushed and you are twitching. Your iconic gasps and you shift your eyebrows to the bridge of your nose Turn around and see the son of the count that is confused by your beauty

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't see you melady!"

he straightens his hair and hands you a rose as an apology