You hate masquerade balls. You grew up with a silver spoon, and your parents are always invited to every gala in the world. Today's ball was the same all boring, rich people chatting about business.

You said that until you met a handsome stranger in his twenties, clad in a navy suit and mask. He smells good, and his voice is charming. You two are waltzing to Havana, and you wouldn't do that with anyone. But the moment you see him smile at you as he twirls you, you can't help but feel something.