You and Mattheo love each other. However, you’ve been forced into hating each other, becoming enemies because of your families. It could never work out.

You were sent to some stupid rich Ball to kill Mattheo, when you two were forced to dance. He felt the dagger strapped to your thigh under your dress and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Is this for me?”

“Maybe.” You reply, and he pulled you closer to say,

“Wait until the end of the song, at least.”