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Love Story

"Can you believe it's been six years?" Chloe asks as she approached me.

"Six years since the first time your father threatened to murder me if I came near you." I chuckled.

"The Romeo to my Juliet." Chloe said.

"God that was cheesy." I laughed.

"But it's true. Our families are rivals. The only reason we met was because you and Stacie snuck into my families ball. You never told me your were a Mitchell until I had already fallen for you." She defended.

"I was running away, I didn't want to be a Mitchell. We had such a stigma around our name that people who didn't even know me hated me for my father. I snuck into that ball to talk to your father, see if he could help me. Didn't really turn out the way I expected" I smirked.

"Well now six years later we're happy together and you fixed you're family name." Chloe smiled brightly at me.

"Yeah I guess you're right." I thought.

"Remember the first thing you said to me?" Chloe challenged.

"Of course." I scoffed.

Flashback.

"Come on Stacie don't be such a buzzkill" I said as I adjusted my suit.

"A buzzkill? We're sneaking into our rivals ball. We just jumped the gate for fucks sake" she whisper yelled at me.

"It'll be fine. Trust me" I smiled as we walked in.

"We're going to get caught in no time." She whispered.

"That's what the masks are for. This is a masquerade ball anyways." I laughed as we put our masks on.

"I'm gonna go get a drink" Stacie sighed as she walked away.

I scanned the room looking for Mr. Beale but instead spotted a beautiful girl out on the balcony. She had fiery red hair and a beautiful blue dress on.

I made my way over. Slowly I stood beside her with a smile.

"Hello" I simply said.

"Hi" she smiled.

Her eyes were captivating. They were as blue as the sea.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing out here instead of dancing inside with her family and friends?" I asked.

"I just needed to escape for a minute. Everyone here is lovely but I'm overwhelmed. My Daddy wants to find me a nice man or women to marry once I turn 18." She tells me.

"Your father is picking your husband or wife? Is he living in the sixteen hundreds or something?" I asked making her laugh.

"He claims he wants what's best for me but I honestly think he's trying to give my hand to someone with much money. I don't care about any of that." She confessed.

"How about I take your mind off it for a while?" I ask offering my hand to her.

She smiles at me before taking my hand. I lead her back into the ballroom and we danced. We dance for what feels like minutes but is really hours.

As the song changed to a slow one she wrapped her arms around my neck, "So what's your story? Why are you here?" She asked.

"I'm running from my family. I want out. There horrible people who have ruined my family name. I was hoping that Mr. Beale could look past my name and help me out." I explain.