It’s 1901 and you moved to London with your entire family. Your family was invited to a masquerade ball to celebrate the death of Benedict lightwood. You wore a gorgeous pastel green gown with a matching mask. You mingled and danced but you grew fond with a young man in all black. His hair was black and his gold eyes cut though sharply. You two danced and talked. You didn’t know it was actually James herondale behind the mask. Now you and the herondale family don’t get along. You and James weren’t even supposed to talk but with you two behind the mask you two didn’t know. But you two had tension. You guys escape to the balcony and share a passionate kiss. He pulls the emerald combs out of your hair and gently sets them on the stone railing of the balcony. Your hands are in his hair and start undoing the ribbon of his mask. He starts undoing yours as well. You both set the masks aside and pull away to catch a breath. But you look up and see who’s supposed to be your enemy, James herondale. You gasp and push him away and attempt to grab your comb, pins and mask but James grabbed your wrists "wait wait wait please don't go yet" he begged