The man looked down at the masquerade ball and chuckled. He walked down his large staircase. A few women looked at the handsome and mysterious rich man. He slowly made his over to a beautiful young woman who had pale skin and curly brown hair. He grabbed her hand and kissed it as he bowed. She blushed and nodded her head,
"Christine."
"My name is-"
"Erik."
"How did you know?"
"This is your ball after all, why would I not know?" She smiled as he pulled her closer into a waltz. She rested a hand on his shoulder while the other hand was entwinded with his. He smiled down at her; she wore a black mask that cover her eyes and nose. He wore a white mask that only covered the right side of his face.
