Turned out…
It was a masquerade ball.
Jian Yu didn't know whether he should be glad or not. Well, it was good that no one would recognize him as Lady Clement's bodyguard but a nameless partner.
But it still didn't solve the fact that he couldn't dance at all!
He adjusted the mask he received from Lady Clement. The lavender colored magenta feathers accentuated his silver hair. The black mask itself covered both of his eyes and the left side of his face with tiny diamonds adorned along the curve of his cheekbones, glimmering against his pale skin.
"You can do this, Huang Jian Yu. It's just a dance," He muttered to himself, pulling and fixing his tie for the umpteenth time.
He rolled his shoulder, the wound on his arm no longer hurt, only leaving a small scar on it. Shrugging on the black tailcoat, he looked himself over the mirror.
