Back in England, at a very, very elaborate ball, a lady stood fanning herself gently, stood by the wall watching the couples dancing.
She was very attractive. To be more accurate, she was absolutely beautiful. She was dressed in a golden coloured dress, and her hair was half pinned up, and half dropping down her back in loose curls. She had golden coloured gloves that rose above her elbows. She was watching the dance floor, when her eyes caught the approaching figure of a man.
His name was Andrew Johnson, a Captain in the Navy. She caught his gaze as he approached, and held it, almost hypnotising him. Of course, he didn't know that she knew who he was, so he introduced himself. She introduced herself as Lady Amelia Hurst. He asked her to dance, and she complied. They continued to swirl around the dance floor, other couples conveniently moving out of their way, as if the whole ball was choreographed. After the dance had finished, Lady Hurst excused herself saying she was in need of fresh air. When she got outside she glanced back, and then around herself to make sure no one could see her. Then, unfolding her fan, a key slipped out into her hand. She grinned to herself, and took one last glance behind her before running off into the trees that surrounded the hall.