The elegant masquerade ball you attend were pretty much busy. It’s full of wealthy folks and good looking guests. None attracts you, though. You had no partner to dance with.

That’s when you were about to drink, a smooth move allured you into the grand centre and invites you to a dance. In a blink of an eye, you are now dancing, eyes widened, with your enemy, Raphael.

“Let me accompany you for the night,” he softly whispers, knowing that he is your worst enemy.