The story before "The Cask of Amontillado."

It was one of the best nights in a long time. There I was looking at the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. I was truly the luckiest guy in all of the earth. Pearl was not only the sweetest woman I had ever met, but, also the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sure we had our ups and downs but in the end we loved each other and that was all that mattered. There was nothing standing in the way of us. Well, maybe one thing… or should I say person… Fortunato. You see, Fortunato was a rich man, richer than I’d ever be. His family pretty much owned the town and everything in it. He would always confront my girlfriend telling her about how happy he could make her and the wonderful life they could have together. I knew that this was true. Whenever I would ask pearl about him she would tell me not to worry and explained how she would never love him. These words would relieve me for short periods until the next time I heard of him addressing her. Fortunato was also a very persistent man and was not used to being told no to having things he wanted. Once he caused a ruckus so big I thought a war might break out. I feared that his endurance and his liking for my mistress would not benefit me at all and for this I was worried.
Something is wrong. It has been four days and Pearl has made no effort to see me. Surely I had done something wrong to her. Did I not compliment her enough at dinner a few nights ago? Had I unappeased her in some way? Perhaps she is sick or cannot get out of bed! I must find out. I will go to her residence and find out what the matter is.
Knock knock, knock. I heard an answer: “Who is there?” “It is I my dear, your prince.” “Fortunato, is that you?” and with that the door swung open only to see Pearls face change from a cheeky glow to a look of shock. I myself was in shock at what had just happened. Did she really believe Fortunato as her prince? “Montresor… Oh good. For a second I thought it was Fortunato, back to persuade