Everyone was dancing, singing in the room, they were happy to be at a party to celebrate your marriage with Alexei. The Italy’s prince, your father, promised you to marry Count Vronsky to keep a rich and powerful lineage.

This didn’t enchant both of you. He left the living room to go outside and smoke under the stars, you had joined him, blowing and removing your heels then looked at the sky.

It was clear that you and him did not get along well, he looked at you, holding out the cigarette.