Immediately the lights flickered and died, Isadora felt a sudden tug on her hand. She was swiftly pulled through the darkness, leaving the bewildered crowd behind. The moment she was out of the hall, the lights flickered back to life, and the guests, though confused, continued their revelry.
Isadora found herself being dragged into a secluded room, the door locking behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw Prince Orion standing before her. "Did you intentionally remove my mask?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion.
Prince Orion's expression was enigmatic. "Why would I do that, when I'm determined to keep your identity hidden?" he replied.
Isadora's mind raced. "Then who did it, and why did the lights go out the moment my mask fell?"
Prince Orion's eyes narrowed. "I saw it happening and ordered the lights to be extinguished, to protect your anonymity."
Isadora's gaze intensified. "But who was behind it?"
