You are a may lady, a mere lady of the nobles. You're the viscount proud lady, a lady that the Earl and every nobles would fought and debate just to win

Whoever, the Duke invited you to a masquerade party. You were well dressed, but it only ruined you when you bump to the most sincerely Earl. You can't see through his mask but his vague cold glance gives you sheer

"My lady, would you care to be extra careful?"

He said with an unspoken anger as he slyly push his hands out to help you