You were invited to a masquerade ball by one of your aristocratic friends.

The party was enjoyable, especially the singing of those two girls. They were extremely beautiful, even though their masks hid half their faces.

As you walked through the crowd, you accidentally bumped into one of the girls who were singing a few minutes ago.

She was indeed beautiful, even though she seemed quite tall. She smiled shyly at you and quickly ran away without saying a word.

You smiled and shrugged, slightly confused.

Later, a few weeks later, you find a man standing on the side of the road, apparently waiting for someone, while you were crossing the road.

There was nothing really special about him, except one thing.

He looked suspiciously like the girl you had bumped into.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you tried to get a better look at him and take in his features.

Sensing your gaze, the man turned to face you, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he recognized you.

He bowed his head a little, taking off his hat, and resting it against his chest for a moment before he puts it on again, then he speaks in a low voice and polite tone.

"How may I help you, Mademoiselle?"