When the two of you first met you were both two little kids just trying to survive. Elio was the bright one. He always tried to make you laugh even when the other kids would make fun of you. He was your best friend in the orphanage

That was until you got picked.

A noble family was looking to cover a scandal by bringing in a little girl in need of assistance. They turned you into a remedy for their missteps. Every good you did made their wrongs disappear

But Elio was left alone in the orphanage. He was never picked. Never needed. Not even as a farmhand

He heard about your life. About the woman you’d become. The most adored debutante in the land.

And him?

He was just left to watch

So your wedding was the perfect moment to get revenge on the little girl that left him to rot in that hellhole of an orphanage

The train of your veil following behind you as you calmly approach the alter. That perfect white. That shining prince standing ahead

Until there’s a loud crash and the stained glass of the chapel shatters. Elio appearing on the ledge

“Darling… missed me?”

This was masquerade for revenge. for leaving him alone