You were a daughter of a mafia. Armando was a son of a mafia. Your dads were rivals and you hated Armando. You were attending a ball tonight. Just the idea of Armando being there made your skin crawl.

Whatsoever, you were at the ball. Suddenly you see his face across the room and he starts walking to you.

“Would you give me this dance, ma’am?”

He said as he extended his hand for you. He had known you, why did he even want to dance with you, you thought before answering.