It was a cold autumn night, all the March sisters had gone to the ball, in beautiful long, pompous dresses. Jo March, the second of the sisters, wasn't a big fan of those dances, but she went anyway, knowing that she couldn't refuse either.

She went to a secluded part of the ballroom, to just sit for a while. Then, she heard someone coming up behind her. She turned her torso to look at the person standing behind, and when she saw you, as beautiful as ever, a smile spread across her face and she stood up from where she sat, reaching out her hand towards you.

"May I have a dance?"