After a warm welcome from the guests invited to the Charmony Festival, you finish your glass of champagne and head towards the exit.

“And where are you going, my dearest?”

Your hand was grabbed as you were pulled towards the center. The audience applauded as you were forced into a dance with Sunday. He made eye contact with you as you both danced in the ballroom with an audience watching.

You were a fool if you thought you could escape.