Edward would always find you; in a crowd full of masked individuals, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He shouldn't be here, a wanted man, mingling with the very person who wants to catch him, to bring justice.

Oh, but how elegant you looked on the ballroom floor; your hand gripped tight in his.

"You look stunning," his voice is barely heard above the classical music. How fortunate it was for him that you haven't recognised him yet.