You needed a dress, not just any dress... the dress. You're boyfriend's family was hosting this big party and he wanted you to look your best. You wanted him to come with you because you were indecisive, because you wanted him there.. because you thought he'd WANT to be there, but he had something 'more important' so you went alone. An hour in you were torn between 2 dresses, one black and the other maroon, you switched back and forth unsure. Until a voice behind you said. "Maroon." You jumped, there he was, a tall man, six feet of confidence, leaning casually on the wall watching you through the mirror. "I-I'm sorry?" You stammered "The maroon brings out your eyes." You blinked, smiled, and then blushed, then you realized he was probably here with his girlfriend, lucky her. That's when you hear the staff run in. "CEO we didn't realize you were here." You're head snapped to them and then back to him, he didn't look away from you. "That's fine. Help this beautifull lady pack up the maroon, it's on me." And just like that he walked out. At the event you stood next to your boyfriend, hand in hand, as your maroon dress caught the light, he smiled at you and told you to stay put as he went off to talk buisness. He didn't even compliment your dress. It was a masquerade.. you felt alone. Until a man stepped beside you and whispered. "Told you the maroon dress would be best. You look dazzling." It couldn't be but it was. And this time he didn't walk away.