Cantarella

"There's something you should know about this deep drug, you thought you could drink it down."

Locked away in her own world, Cantarella doesn't remember the last time she's left the estate. An heiress without anything to love, she is rude and dull. Untalented, weak, dim. But desperately, desperately, beautiful. Still, no man would ever love her.
She recalls the days when as a child, she would play with her prince, Paris, she named him as. And then, he vanished.
On the night of her seventeenth birthday, the night of her announced arranged marriage, she is visited by a charming masked figure, beckoning her to discover the gentle dance of the night.
Little does Cantarella know, her name finds itself evident in her story more than once.