Prologue..



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"May I have this dance malady?" I heard the mysterious man I had been locking eyes with the whole night ask. His voice is husky, deep and masculine, at the same time soft like velvet. I looked at his half-covered face due to the black mask he has on. His bright piercing blue eyes stared at my dull brown ones. Is this really happening? Is he asking me to dance with him?

I looked around to see people dancing, swaying to the acoustic live band in pairs. The blonde ladies who stood at the other end of the beach shooting daggers at me for the reason I'm still unaware of.

I looked back to the outstretched hands of the mysterious man who's still staring at me. My gaze averted to his unmasked lips which are stretched into a smile. Hesitantly, I took hold of his hefty yet appealing hands making his small smile turn into a full-blown one as he took hold of my tiny hand in his fully.

Maybe it's the fancy wine I took that made me give in to him—I can tell it's taking an effect on me. But then again, whatever it is, I don't care.

We walked to the middle of the crowd who are too engrossed in dancing with their partners. I placed my right hand in his left hand, my other hand rests on his buff chest while his other hand rests on the small of my back. We slowly waltzed to the live acoustic of Senorita by Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello.

The cold night breeze made my hair spun out whenever he spun me according to the rhythm of the song. The cold beach sand underneath my feet tingles making me feel that I made a good decision not to wear any heels or shoes for that matter. His lips are stretched into a wide grin showing out his white pearly teeth, I couldn't help but smile at the stranger. My white mask not giving...