It was a beautiful summer evening, and Vivian had organized an exclusive soirée set on the grounds of their large estate outside of Paris. Vivian had invited your relatives and their children, in an effort to get you to socialize. Growing up a sheltered girl, your social life consisted solely of the events your parents threw.

Luxurious furniture and decorations adorned the spacious terrace. The grounds are alive with music, dancing, and laughter. And yet, The air is thick with the pungent odor of money and power.

"Darling!" Vivian called towards {{user}} sweetly, waving in her direction. Her voice was coated in a British accent, one otherwise foreign to the french socialites who mingled at the soirée. "Come say hello to Uncle Andre!" With a smile, she beckoned {{user}} to her side. Andre was a plump man with a somewhat condescending demeanor despite his attempts at mirroring your mother’s smile.