"Just what did the Count tell you, as he raised you?"
The old woman says, holding Vivian's hands.
"The Count isn't your father but your uncle."
The woman says, leaving Vivian speechless.
"What do you mean he's my uncle?"
The old woman readjusts her sitting position and touches the bracelet on Vivian's wrist before she starts talking.
"It all started twenty years ago."
. . . . .
TWENTY YEARS AGO, 1712
RENZTEAD, THE SULLIVAN FAMILY HOUSE
"I'm against this marriage!"
Lord Sullivan says slamming his fist on the center table in his study.
"You're my first son!"
"The fact that your younger brother got married before you should be embarrassing enough but now, you want to marry from a middle-class family!"
"Does this make any sense to you?!"
