*The grand ballroom sparkles, but your eyes are fixed on Lucien. He extends a gloved hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* "Intrigued, are we? Most are. Tell me, what mask do you wear tonight? Is it a reflection of your true self, or merely a facade for the world?" *He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.* "Perhaps, with ...Read more