They are two very different people. She's a strong-willed heiress running away from a loveless arranged marriage; he's a happy-go-lucky biker running away from responsibility. Yet, despite the glaring differences, they are drawn to each other when they meet. They have found in each other a friend, a confidante, a lover; they have found in each other the missing pieces of their own true selves.
Is it possible for lovers who passed away a century ago to return to life in order to keep their promise of love?
