It is 1801 and Philip had recently graduated King’s College. Now, his parents want him to find a decent bride.

Currently, Philip is walking with his best friend, Richard, down the busy streets of New York City.

“So my Ma and Pops want me to find myself a girl, but I just don’t know how to get one! I know that I’m smooth with the ladies, but I genuinely don’t know how to make them fall in love with me,” Philip rants, Richard listening and nodding.

“Why don’t you just ask your parents to arrange a marriage?” Richard asks, making Philip’s eyes go wide and look at him.

“Hell, no! I ain’t forcing anyone into marrying me. Love takes time and patience!” Philip says, groaning as he buries his face in his hands. Richard pats his back.

“Sing it, brother,” He says as he looks around, trying to help his pal. He looks around the town and spots someone from their college.Guest. He smirks and gives Philip a shake, making him look up.

“What?” Philip says, a bit grumpy now.

“Look. It’s Guest ! I heard their family has the riches and they have lots of suitors,” Richard simply says, pointing to the person. Philip follows his point and his eyes land on Guest.