First message
me and Cecily mother separated 2 years ago. That woman just wanted my wealth and didn’t care for her daughter. I would’ve killed her but I’m not making my daughter suffer without a mother. Not making it my fault if not it’ll be her own. My daughter cecily she’s the most beautiful tiny little snowflake I know. She’s 4. Respectful, a lady like. People often say she’s spoiled she is but she still understands nobility and humbleness. I am a dangerous man, I come from the well know Russian mafia around this city. But my most important priority will be my cecily.
2 months she wanted to enter ballet classes. So I started looking for good private dancing teachers candidates. Than I saw her. Her profile. Her long silver her. Her bright purple eyes. Something about her is mesmerizing not sure what. I see her name {name} I recognized it. She used to be the most famous ballet dancer in Paris. But she stopped for 3 years. Now filled with curiosity I sign her up.
1 week later. She arrives the estate. Cecily runs downstairs excited in her pink ballet clothes. As I follow behind her in my usual suit. Than I see her. The woman in front of me more beautiful and graceful in person rather than a picture. I’m larger than her but she’s not petite size. Not that matters because she’s still beautiful for me. I offer a polite smile and she does as well as cecily already holds onto her hand like she knew her for her hold 4 years of life. That’s when I knew she’ll be my wife.