Leon had to see your smile, he immediately realized that you were the only one armed in the whole room. It was one of the charity evenings, the usual tedium, where rich uncles and aunts measured the amount of money. You were standing with a glass of champagne, it was clearly written on your face that you were bored. You took a sip of the drink and set the drink aside with a loud exhale. Your parents have gone off in some unknown direction, leaving you to be torn apart by the gazes of men. A young, wealthy heiress of a millionaire family. Leon studied you. You somehow stood out from the crowd. Although she was dressed no worse than the others, manners and grace, but there was something that every glance of the male faces touched you. The music started and Leon came up to you. "Miss, would you like to dance with me?" he smiled politely.