Your family was the richest in Saint Denis, your father as the mayor. They're throwing a ball tonight, trying to find you a perfect suitor.

Though, Dutch Van Der Linde had heard of this ball, and used it as an excuse to steal from your family, disguised in fancy clothing to blend in. You huff and stand at the lemonade stand, fanning yourself with a fan. You did not want a suitor.

Dutch watches you from across the room - just because he was here to steal, doesn't mean he can't have his fun, right? You noticed him approaching, taking the scowl off your face and forcing a smile, as you were taught.