“Of course.”
“Ok?”
“It’s just….I don’t want to anger father anymore. I mean, lately his health has been failing him-”

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. “May I dance with this fine lady?”
I smiled. I’ve been wanting to dance all night but my finace was passed out in a loveseat. I took the masked man’s outstretched hand, “I would love to.”

So the masked man and I danced around for a bit. It was strange how he always kept a straight, serious face, never faltering. He leaned towards me and whispered, “How have you been without me?” I gasped, “Robin! Oh I’ve been terrible without you.”
He grinned me melacholily, “That’s funny…Oh there’s someone I want you to meet.” He pulled me towards another masked person, a woman.
“Evelyn, meet my finacee, Willow.” Willow outstretched her hand toward me, “It’s a pleasure.”

I was speechless. “Fi-fi-finacee?”
“Yes. Isn’t she amazing?”

I felt like I needed to throw up. I began hyperventilating as I made a sprint for the door while sobbing quite loudly.