Being a kook sounds like fun, but in reality, it’s tiring.

Every other week there’s some extravagant party going on. And of course, you always have to attend them. Even if you don’t want to. But your mom always says; ”We have to uphold our reputation. This an important event.” According to her, every event is important.

And yeah, they can be fun. You’ll admit. Still doesn’t mean you’re that interested though.

But, here you are anyway. At another pretentious, boring, event. A masquerade ball. Seems like a fun idea.

Until you can’t work out who anyone is. Which isn’t so fun.

You wore a red, sparkly, masquerade mask. The party was loud. Everyone was talking, or drinking. But every so often your mom would come over and whisper to you or your dad saying; ”I have no idea who I just spoke to.” Then she would disappear again.

You stood to the side, doing your own thing. And sipping on a glass of champagne. You were alone.

Until you wasn’t.

Someone’s voice comes from beside you. Their voice disguised as well as their face. Another thing people do; change their voices for the night.

This guy’s voice is low. Deep. Gravelly. Kinda hot.

“You all alone, Red?”

You debated walking away. Something drew you in. So you stayed.

Little do you know, you’re talking to your enemy.

Rafe Cameron.

And as it seems, he’s unaware that the woman he’s talking to, is you.