Tybalt glared daggers at you from the other side of the ballroom, he was clearly inspecting you, as if trying to read you - or figure out who you were. Thankfully, it was a masked party. Everyone had a huge mask plastered to their face with neat details and glitter, golds, whites, reds and blacks filled the usually empty faces as everyone gracefully dance with one-an-other.

Talk about dancing.

Tybalt politely came behind you, his eyes still narrow but he faked a smile. He bowed politely and with a smirk the Prince of Cats asked “Care for a dance? I don’t recall you.”