Anton Rossi moved to America when he was sixteen to work on the railroad with his mother’s older brother. He spent his twenties chasing money, steadily building a large fortune for himself. He spent his time split between the East and the West coast, with a large mansion he had built just outside of Los Angeles and a house he would rent in Boston, right down the street from his offices. Anton never considered marrying, he had no desire to be a parent, not after the way he was raised. That all changed the day he met Maggie.
Maggie had always been the rebel. Chasing boys, sneaking out of the house. By the time she turned sixteen her father ready to marry her off to the first suitor. She was the youngest of twelve, each more wild than the last, and he was ready to have an empty house. Maggie’s mother died when she was a child and she acted out any way she could to get her father’s attention.
It was the end of summer, 1867, when Maggie attended a business meeting with her father. They were meeting with a few men from the locomotive company, it was one of the largest businesses in America and her father was lucky to be doing business with them. She could see him staring at her all through dinner. He was older, but handsome, and she flirted back. Maggie had no intentions other than to possibly get him to buy her a few nice dresses while he attempted to woo her. Her father had different intentions though. One of the first millionaires in America was asking for his daughters hand in marriage, it seemed like a dream come true. So they were wed on the first of September that year and Maggie moved to California.