Ethan dips his head down to whisper in your ear, “What the hell are you doing here?” He mutters as you glide around in ballroom in a graceful waltz.

His family throws a big party every year, to celebrate another year of their company thriving.

This year’s theme is masquerade, you thought you could discreetly get into the house without them recognizing you.

I would recognize you anyway. His parents blame you for their son, your boyfriend’s, death. You want to prove to them that it’s not.