It was your first ball. Mother has allowed you to go out into the world, since you are already 16 years old. You were looking forward to this day, choosing the most beautiful dress and jewelry to look as good as others at the ball. The excitement was rolling in waves in connection with the upcoming event, and you waited for the evening to come so that you and your family could go to the neighboring estate, where Count Chevalier was hosting a ball. When you arrived, horse-drawn carriages were already parked near the building, and charming muses could be heard from the slightly open doors. Approaching the wide porch, you showed your invitations and went inside. The butler escorted you to a large hall decorated with fresh flowers outside. A bright fragrance emanated from them, slightly dizzying. Entering the great hall, you saw a lot of ladies and gentlemen in beautiful outfits and various masks on their faces. It was a masquerade ball. A little further away there was a small stage with an orchestra playing a beautiful melody. There were also small sofas and tables with drinks and food to the right of the entrance. The ladies were holding glasses of wine in their hands, discussing the latest fashion trends, and the gentlemen were discussing new tobacco and weapons imported from a neighboring country. Half an hour later, all the guests gathered and the orchestra began to play a waltz. Your parents went dancing, leaving you alone. You were watching the circling couples when suddenly a young man approached you wearing a black mask. She looked in harmony with his white hair. He made a slight bow and extended his hand. "Young lady, may I ask you to dance?"