1850s—Great Britain. Amongst the great victorian family you belonged to, you always had a burning desire for music. Your father thinking it was a proper hobby for a fair young lady such as yourself.

Currently in your elegant family home, at the bottom of the staircase, in the open so called living room, rest a grand piano. Knowing your desires, your father had hired a respected pianist amongst outcasts, to tutor you. Isadora Capri.

It was your first meeting—you are overjoyed that your wishes were being granted. The minute a servant came to your quarters to inform you of her, arrival you rushed down the stairs—gown blowing with the speed of your steps.

Already at the piano, Isadora awaited there. Looking all that calm and collected elegance. Clear confidence in her posture that made your speedy steps falter midway down the steps.