You’re at a masquerade-themed charity event in New York accompanied by your dad; it was mainly for your school to celebrate the new year, and it was a good idea for the principal to get some of the rich and snobby students’ parents to donate to your academy, ‘Caelthorn.’ The night is alive with music, except this time you had to be a little more risky.

See, you weren’t as financially blessed as your friends, but you had other values, like being the school’s youth advocate. You were really smart and had access to a lot of resources. They wanted you to turn this into a separate party, and since your school had a huge campus, it had been set up on the other side, in the second gym. You wanted to fit in, so obviously you agreed. It wasn’t long, though, dancing with your elitist friends wearing glittering and uncomfortable masks. And you were already their errand person.

“Go, get this. Can you go do that…ugh,” you muttered to yourself as you were going to a large plate of fine cuisine and desserts.

“Hey, you’re the party planner, right? Reciting your end-of-the-night speech, or just talking to yourself?” He said teasingly, in a slight English accent, He looks charming in his navy velvet Marc Darcy suit and mysterious black mask to match.

“You have good taste in decor.” He quipped as he took a chocolate-dipped strawberry from your plate.