The night was dark, but inside the ballroom the chandelier lights twinkled cheerfully. I made my way carefully through the sea of people, modestly greeting everyone I recognized—although this was hard to do with the masks everyone wore.

This was my third time attending one of R's famous masquerades. Although some came to socialize—the ones who weren't part of the organization—my comrades and I came to discuss something very important.

I soon noticed my best friend smiling from a few feet away. I recognized him easily; there was a distinct way he carried his shoulders that I could notice from a mile away. His white mask covered half of his face—like the fellow in that wonderful musical you and I once saw together.

"Glad you made it," my best friend told me, shaking my hand.

I nodded. "Good to see you," I said quietly.

I saw his eyes look past me, widening in amazement. I turned to follow his gaze—and that was when I saw you.

You strolled over to us, wearing your smile that you reserved for only your good friends. Your mask was a brilliant purple, to match your long, sparkling gown, and your long locks were piled elegantly on your head.

You greeted us, and after one waltz, you and I walked out onto the balcony. I looked up to the night sky, which was speckled here and there with stars. The view below us would have been beautiful during the day, but now the valley was hard to make out. I could see the silhouettes of evergreens and rocks, and the cool wind blew against us on that summer night.

"Has O arrived yet?" you asked, turning your eyes from the valley towards me.

I shook my head. "I haven't seen him, but I'm sure he will come eventually."

You took my hand and looked out at the valley again. "He's probably in one of his moods again."

I nodded. "I hope he comes soon, since we have to talk to him and R about the..." I trailed off.

"Let's just enjoy our time together, before we have to discuss...that...again." Your blue eyes were wide as you looked at me earnestly through your mask.

"Good idea," I agreed, taking your other hand. The music from inside tinkled out onto the balcony, playing another slow song. I took a step forward. "May I have this dance?"

You smiled, and even in the dark I could see your eyes sparkle. "I suppose that could be arranged."