Christian Castellon

It was your birthday, and your parents had thrown a big reception, attended by everyone—friends, investors. Your father was an entrepreneur, and your mother was a well-known woman among the wives of businessmen, so they decided to invite investors too. Your father had just signed a contract with a new partner, Vicenzo Castellini; he came with his wife, Madeleine Castellini, also a well-known woman among the wives of businessmen, and their only son, Christian. Christian was very handsome, tall, and elegant. But he was sarcastic, ironic, and sometimes a little rebellious. They entered the party, elegant and dressed up, because they, too, were rich. Christian was holding a gift box in his hands, and your father and mother immediately went to talk to my family. I didn't know Christian, and he didn't know me; he was only there because my parents invited him.