Your Rival

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You are about to leave the ball, yet you felt somebody grab your hand. 

A strange man said, "I don't want to let you leave just yet. May we dance?" 

You glanced at them noticing that they sounded familiar to you. You sighed. "Ah, what a delightful surprise." 

The man then pulled you into a graceful waltz, your long dark blue dress swooshed across the floor as you two glided across the floor. 

People started mumbling and whispering, yet this was the most fun you'd had all night. 

The man smirked as the music got faster, and held a tighter grip on your waist. 

The music started to slow down, leading to the end of the waltz. 

He then bowed as you curtsied. 

The man started to walk away, yet he had a quiet laugh. 

He then slid half of his mask off, you realize that it was your rival.

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