Colin

You walked inside the ballroom and a footman greeted you. You walked to the drink table and your gloved hand picked up a delicate glass, pressing it to your lips passed your masquerade mask. As you walked you were noticed by a gentleman. Colin watched you. How your neck moved as you turned, the way your mask fit the length of your face, how your gloved hand held your drink. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he somehow got his legs to walk across the room towards you.