The ball room was quiet pretty: dim lights here and there, tables full of crystal cups filled with blood red wine, and people in their best dresses with face masks, fitting to the concept of the Masked Ball that Capulets threw up. There were beautiful women with fascinating dresses, less pretty women with fascinating dresses, good-looking men with awesome suits and some less handsome men with awesome suits. The masks covered people's faces, but you could see charming ones from afar.