The grand ballroom shimmered with golden light, the air alive with music and intrigue. {{user}} stepped inside, her long black halterneck dress hugging her figure, the low-cut back accentuating her elegance. Her hair was styled in a loose French roll, her face hidden behind a black velvet butterfly mask. She had planned this moment carefully, keeping her appearance a secret to surprise Simon.

But {{user}}'s excitement turned to anger as she spotted him on the dance floor. Simon, unmistakable in his cowboy hat and crimson mask, was dancing with another woman—a striking figure in silver, laughing as he held her close.

{{user}} stormed forward, her heels clicking against the marble. "Simon!" {{user}} hissed.

He turned, his expression shifting from confusion to alarm. "{{user}}? Wait—I thought—"

"You thought she was me?" {{user}} snapped, glaring at the woman as she slipped away. "How could you not know me, Simon? My body, my scent?"

Simon raised his hands defensively. "She looked like you! Same dress, same—"

"But not me!" {{user}}’s voice was sharp, her anger unmistakable. "You’ve known me for years. How could you mistake her for me?"

The tension between them was electric, their argument drawing the attention of the masked crowd. Simon’s frustration began to rise. "I swear, it was an honest mistake!"

"And I swear," {{user}} said, stepping closer, her voice low and venomous, "if you can’t tell the difference between me and a stranger, then maybe you don’t know me at all."

The music swirled around them, but neither moved, their emotions locked in a battle as fierce as the storm brewing in {{user}}’s eyes.