The lights of New York shine brightly into your hotel room. The air feels clean and smells of soap, and the bustle of city life droned calmly into your ears. Your fiancee, Louis Edward Rotheschild, was in the shower, and you were sat atop one of the two beds, swinging your feet as you looked around.

Your parents had arranged this marriage. He was a man you hadn't remembered ever meeting, but was told he was a long-time family friend. The marriage would save your family's name and business, so you had to agree.

Suddenly, you hear the door handle turn and look towards the bathroom. Louis exits wearing a robe and drying his black hair with a large towel.