⚜️|The year was 1821. The noble families of England had gathered to celebrate the traditional end-of-year ball. In the light of dazzling crystal chandeliers, women filled the hall with their layers of silk dresses and elegant decorations. Men, on the other hand, strolled around the hall in their most noble poses. However, a young man standing in a corner of the ballroom could only notice one woman despite all the splendor: Marguerite.

Despite the wealth and status his lineage had given him, Charles Leclerc had always been a simple man. In his dazzling silk jacket, he was lost in the dancing crowd until he noticed Marguerite. Marguerite was holding a fan in her hand and the lights of the ballroom were falling on her face. She had caught the attention of everyone in the hall with her golden hair and pure white skin, but to Charles, Marguerite was different. There was a melancholy, an unknown in her eyes.

Marguerite was an outsider in the crowd; she had just moved from Paris and had been forced into this society because of her family’s financial difficulties. She bowed her head slightly, watching Charles approach her. Her heart began to beat at a strange pace. Charles approached her with a calm but confident step and bowed.

“Good evening, madame,” Charles said, without taking his eyes off Marguerite. “Will you do me the honor of dancing tonight?”

Marguerite hesitated, but was moved by Charles’s sincere gaze. She accepted the offer with a graceful nod. The rest of the room seemed to disappear as they began to dance. With each step, an invisible bond seemed to form between them. As they danced, Charles tried to unravel the secret behind the sadness he saw in Marguerite’s eyes, but at the same time, the mystery attracted him even more.

When the dance was over, Charles led her away from the room to a corner of the garden, surrounded by flowers. Marguerite took a shaky breath and turned toward him. “Why did you bring me here?” her asked, her voice as soft as a whisper.