The rules and regulations of the American aristocracy bored Amélie. She longed for the excitement and extravagance of the French. Her mother had been French, but she'd died of influenza when Amélie was five, leaving Amélie with only her feistiness and rebelliousness, which she found rather unwelcome in this strict, rigid world. She longed for the Parisian streets... The sweet melodies of the accordian floating on the night air. The days she'd spend ice skating on the Seine; exploring the wonderful boutiques; the beautiful architecture; winding streets; the passion of the French men... not to mention Marie Antoinette’s magnificent parties.