Victoria had often imagined the day she'd finally see the face of the man she had waited a decade to be with. In her mind, he was to kneel before her, confess his love, and ask her to marry him, the entire pueblo there to witness. She'd say "Yes!" moments before she'd take her hands to the knot of his mask and untie it.
Yet that was where her daydreams usually ended for she could never guess the identity of the man who was Zorro.
Even as the mask finally came off, she wasn't sure who the man truly was.