When he first saw her she was talking with a snow-white Amazon parrot. The bird was perched on her delicately gloved hand. It seemed the bird was listening intently. So lovely...if only he could be the bird. Instead he commissioned a miniature portrait from a friend, the towns most talented artist. Having a portrait painted by this artist was an honor seldom refused. He carried the painting in his wallet till he decided how he was going to ask for her hand, using her likeness in a very special way. It was Valentine and he thought of her as the Lady Imogine...