You were a lady from a noble house, your last name Petrova. You were visiting Mystic Falls and stayed at the Salvatore family mansion. That night at the ball you met Giuseppe's eldest son, Damon Salvatore, he was beautiful, his blue eyes and his black hair captivated you. Damon walked up to you and took your hand, kissing it and smiling at you. “It is an honor to meet you, Miss Petrova.” “Would you give me the honor of dancing with you?”