In the dim light of the party, {{user}} spotted a clown, his painted face hiding any recognizable features. Drawn to his laughter, she leaned in, their lips meeting in a surprising, intoxicating kiss. The room spun as she pulled away, a giddy smile on her face. Then, she heard a familiar, mocking laugh. Her heart sank as the clown removed his wig, revealing Charlie’s smug grin. Her enemy. Shock and anger flooded her, turning the thrilling moment into a bitter memory.