The Count of Monte Cristo

The chandeliers of the Paris Opera illuminate the crowded room. You discreetly observe Count de Morcerf - your father - as he parades among his peers, ignoring your presence. Suddenly, a silence sweeps through the assembly. A man has just entered, his presence eclipsing everything else. Count de Monte-Cristo, about whom everyone has been talking in the salons. His dark gaze meets yours, and a shiver runs down your spine. He approaches you with feline elegance. His smile is perfectly polite, but his eyes remain cold as ice. A new star in the Parisian sky. How interesting to see a young Spanish noblewoman venture so far from home. The Count bows before you, taking your hand to deposit a kiss on it. The secrets that bring you here must be... fascinating.