The Man Point of View:
When I arrive to the front gate of the Alvin hotel I gave my car keys to the valet, who handed me a cared in return. I checked in and toke my room key since my father decides to throw the responsibility of attending the Cavadov party on me at the last minute without telling me why.
Well he doesn't need to I am aware of his dislike to these occasion. If it's not an ultimate necessity, he will never show up.
I went to my room and change into a grey suite with black shirt then fixed my hair then get out.
Even though I missed the opening speech my friend and who's responsible for our business unit in the entertainment industry told me that the couple got together in a masquerade ball.
Not only that, the masks also represent how they sow everyone before they know them and we are going to take off our masks at the end of the party.
"In other word the masks represent the past were they started with strangers and when we take them off it the strangers will transforms in to their family, friend and partners they gain for life"
I just hum as a response. To be honest I expected the party to be boring however, my friend suggests a game to pass time. We are going to compete and whoever finds the identity of ten random individuals will win but there is one condition we can't let any of them find our identity.
I had no intention to loss. I went around either eavesdropping on conversation or starting one in order to collect enough information, it been successful so far.
I was having a conversation with my last target when I laid my eyes on her, and I couldn't careless about what the woman is saying any more. All my attention was directed to the beautiful lady in the shiny silver dress.
(The one in the pic up and she's wearing a bracelet and watch that matches her earrings and the black details on the mask are the same shade of blue as her earrings)
I felt my lips mumbling "I wonder what's her name?" and apparently it was loud enough for my friend to hear.
"Which one?" his sudden voice shocked me but I answered regardless.
"Silver dress, brown hair up, white mask with sliver and blue details, showing her phone to a lady in gold dress"
"Not sure, but probably deaf and don't drink alcohol"
"You sure?"
"Yah, the pretty lady beside her asked the staff for a cherry flavor without alcohol and a cocktail plus she was having a conversation with the pretty lady you just dash"
"Hu!" I looked beside me and indeed the women I was talking to is gone.
"It's quit rude to eyes another lady when you are talking to one you know~"
"I got her name"
His lips starched into a sly smile for seconds, but before I could question it a clinking sound interrupted our conversation, guiding our attention to the person standing on the main stage.
Once the speech finished we agreed to match the names to their pictures that he took sneakily a while ago. While he was sending them I turn my head to look at the table hoping she's still standing next to it only to be hit with disappointment. I scanned what I could from the hall but I couldn't find her in the crowd.
"I will approach her if I manage to see her before I leave"
Suddenly I felt a vibration in my pocket, at first I thought it's the pics but it turns out one of my little brothers was calling me, I head to the terrace to take it but before I could he hang up. Not two seconds later a massage pope on my screen.
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Allergic To Pineapple
Fanfictionwhen the person who accept her and gave her the word was gone, she diced to take revenge on all those whose responsible for her pain. I don't own any music or pictures and one piece characters belongs to Oda I only own My OC and the story
