”May I have this dance, Monsieur Neuvillette?” The lady’s voice caught his attention as she curtsied in front of him, her head low but her eyes confident and unwavering.

His gaze raised to meet yours, both of your faces covered by a classy mask. Your captivating eyes and hair, which gracefully suited your dress, adorned with pearl accessories left him breathless. The sight was stunning, and familiar.. {{user}}?

He chuckled, his hand meeting your extended one.

“You may.”