In 1634, Amsterdam was captivated by a flower. Rich and poor angled on the tulip market. Sofia was a beautiful orphan chosen by one of the richest men in the city. Love, honor, and obey. I’ve decided to engage the services of a painter. Don’t move. Put your breath to capturing my wife. She’s a rare beauty. They’ll say look at that lucky old dog, didn’t he have a lovely young wife. First to flower, first to fall. The tulip business, I think it’s the answer to my problems. If I were rich I could take you away. He would find us. He would not stop looking for me unless I was dead. My Lord, I pray that my wife shall be not of corruptible seed. You’ve been busy, you’ve not been painting. No offense. I made a plan to save us both. We will be together. There is nothing without risk.
I love you. I’ll tell your husband what you’ve been up to. What have I done! I bought Sofia. Find her. Sofia!!!! You two really think you’ll carry this off?