Midnight Encounter at the Masquerade

Misha had never been to a masquerade ball before, so she didn't know what to expect. She felt sexy in her black lace dress and sparkling mask and hoped to hook up with someone fun. Her plan was ruined as soon as she realized the masks had to stay on till midnight.

She wandered into the garden and spotted a lone figure standing by the fountain, smoking. He was tall and lean with a chiseled jaw and bright blue eyes. The sly curve of his lips intrigued her, and she approached him. "Hey, do you mind? I need to be alone," he said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Misha said, slightly embarrassed, "I just needed some fresh air."

"It's fine, and my name is Callum," he said, offering her a cigarette. Misha refused, so he put the packet away and turned to her. "You look nice. I like the mask."

"So do you. Are you wearing a costume too?" she asked.

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