"Chapter 49- Dance"

I grabbed a wine from a roaming butler at the party, I watched the people dance in the wide space of the room, while the others just watch them from afar while sipping wine or champagne at their table. Seems like the others are too busy to approach me, they only approached the hostess, not the hostess' grandson whom she threw the banquet for. I sighed. "Are you alright?" a familiar voice appeared out of nowhere to pour me a drink, I looked at him up and down, his face was covered with a mask-I mean that's the purpose of masquerade-and his long hair tied into a ponytail- though his hair color seems familiar I don't know where I saw it.

La traviata: Act I. "Libiamo, ne' lieti calici" suddenly played, the gleeful tune of the music made my chest a bit lighter. "I am fine, please don't bother pouring me a glass," I said to the person who was beside me waiting for my response, "how are you? Klein?" the man said who still stood beside me-I swear his voice sounds familiar, he sounds like Tenshi but his voice is a bit darker and mature than the Tenshi I know-I glanced at the man who smiled behind the white mask with a line of gold he wore. It can't be. He has the same hair color as Tenshi, but a bit longer. brown with blonde highlights.

my eyes didn't widen and still suspicious of this being-I can't be fooled by someone who has a small resemblance to the friend I knew-his lips parted when I didn't react a thing. "Who even are you? I'm sorry for my rudeness but I don't really like talking to a stranger that knows my name but I don't know theirs," I bluntly bumped on his shoulder as I walked farther away from him-

***

that idiot- I can't believe he ignored me and bluntly bumped my shoulder, does he have amnesia or something!? I grumpily stomped outside of the manor and saw Tristan sitting on a bench near the manor, I didn't even think there would be a bench here, is the manor even that big? he noticed my footstep and looked up and down at me-the audacity of this person to look down of me, I'm not even a freaking roach to look down on-I slapped his shoulder as soon I got near him. "No chance, my old friend can't remember me and even bluntly said "who are you" with class. He got too much influenced by the rich people around him," I sighed as I sat beside him as a lot of people, I mean a lot of people still come and go in the masquerade.

"he's always been like that you know," Tristan said as if he knew Klein that well-I can't believe this person is too dumb- I slapped his back, "before I left, he doesn't act like that,"

"it's your own fault that you left, he started acting like that."

"It's not even my choice to leave, it's for his sake also, people will harass him because he is the 'whore's' friend"

"Two men left a man for his own sake. Sounds funny,"

"Shut up will ya'"

I took off my mask and dried my sweaty forehead-how much did he change-I looked at the sky wishing there was a shooting star coming by. I look above with a face of a drunk person- though I'm not clearly drunk, and I still look pretty-

I raised my head looking at Tristan's anxious side profile. "when are you gonna take your chance to dance with him at the banquet?" I squinted my eyes with a curious look of what he's gonna answer-don't be a coward or I'll kick your nuts so you won't be able to orgasm and breed-He stopped smoking and threw it on the ground to smash it with his shiny shoes-probably shinier and smoother than Klein's big-ass forehead, I'm slandering him because he ignored me. Deserve-

"I'll go now"

"WHERE YOU FOOL?"

"to dance with Klein?" he raised a brow with a look 'to dance with Klein, duh' on his face

"Okay good luck," I blessed them with the power I bestowed from the God of Gays [talking about a friend whom he view as the King of the Gays]

"you aren't coming to watch?"

"I am allergic to public affection and couples who are lovey-dovey in front of us single people," I muttered annoyed and about to make a banner of how couples should respect single people.

"ew, real-life bitter gourd, don't infect me with your incurable disease,"

"shut up before I make you into a woman!"

***

After multiple greetings from the famous business people, I was smiling gleefully but inside I was really tired, I didn't think socializing would be so hard and could drain my energy battery immediately. I grabbed a biscuit on the charcuterie board on top of it has salami, cheese, and olive-Will my stomach hurt later? I'm not sure... maybe? not, on top of that. I'm lactose intolerant... a little cheese won't hurt, right?- I shoved my mouth the thing I made-I'm not sure what it's called-I grabbed a cocktail from the roaming butler again.

There are still people dancing in the wide space whether it's slow dancing, tap dancing, jazz, so on. Sounds fun. Waltz began to play and the people who just danced retreated and new people who are eager to dance with their partners replaced their position.

A tall man approached me, he wears a black mask with silver accessories, a suit that looks expensive with a pair of smooth shiny shoes.

"May we dance?"

"we're both men,"

"society these days doesn't care whether people dance the waltz with their same-sex people"

He lends out his hand chivalrously-Tristan I know it's you. you're too obvious, I can't help but accept your invitation-I gladly held his hand with a broad smile, he escorted me to the wide space and pulled me close to him. I heard his heart beating wildly like a drum in a loud and enthusiastic festival, I looked above his face, my lips parted to whisper at him to take the lead.

"take the lead, I don't mind."

He began moving and I followed his steps with a graceful movement imitating a woman dancing gracefully-he looked like a handsome prince straight out of a fairytale. I can't help it, since he's taller than me and he's doing the man part-I fluttered my lashes at him-Innocently I swear-and gleam a smile at him.

"you're so pretty," he complimented me as he tries to drill a hole in my face from all his stares,

"thank you," I said, I rested my face while I still can at Tristan's chest while still able to follow his lead. I can't help coming back and forth for you.