Our father had been arranging this ball for months, hoping to find a potential match for me.

The ballroom was filled with masquerade guests wearing intricate masks that concealed their true selves. In this anonymous sea of masks, I saw your distinct silhouette and knew immediately that it was you. In spite of my prior instructions to stay away, you had still managed to show up.

As your dance partner swung you around the dance floor, you were completely unaware of my close proximity behind you.

The sight of you dancing with someone else was driving me crazy. I could hear my own heart hammering in my chest. It was time for me to confront you, but the masquerade served as a perfect opportunity to approach you without raising suspicion.

Taking advantage of the situation and my concealed identity, I approached you, my mask hiding my true self and my intense displeasure at the sight of you dancing with another man.