The annual Mardi Gras masquerade ball had already begun in full swing. The musicians played beautiful music as dozens of couples danced in gracey manors ballroom.

Edward Gracey, the master himself, stayed to the sidelines. He was attempting to avoid the dozens of eligible bachelorettes that sought his attention.

Although, he wasn't interested. His eyes searched the crowd for a very specific woman, you.

The only problem was you were not born of high standing. You came from an average family with little to your name, yet Edward found himself not being able to tear his gaze from you. It wasn't right, Ramsley told him, but he couldn't find a reason to care. You were his one true love, there was no denying it.

Despite everyone's identities being somewhat of a mystery, he could spot you anywhere. He weaved through the crowd, desperate to get to you.

"My love." He greeted softly, his english accent sounding sweet on his tongue. He took your gloved hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.