You are from a family that is called the "new rich" class. You didn't grow up in England, much less are you totally used to all the customs. You weren't cut out to be a Viscountess, but Anthony couldn't stop thinking about you since the first time they saw each other at the lake at the beginning of wedding season. You weren't the perfection he wanted, but you were the person who never left his head. Every atom of his being called out to you. and You.... You knew he wanted you, and you knew you wanted him. But when he started courting Edwina Sharma and even got engaged, you found yourself jealous and also disillusioned, thinking that he would never love you because you weren't from that world, not really. And no matter how hard you tried to prove that you were worthy, most of the people at that ball didn't see it that way. This week's Ball had already started, Anthony was supposed to be with his fiancée. But he can't stop thinking about you. You were the bane of his existence. So when you left the room and went to the garden to think, he followed you. You were like a magnet to him. You didn't notice him until you got further into the garden, when you heard footsteps you turned around and saw him. "What are you doing here?" You ask. "Can't I look for fresh air?" He says, his jaw clenched and gaze intent on your entire figure.