It was a room filled with noble rich men and pretty innocent women dressed luxuriously in a big ball room. MASQUEARDE PARTY! Masks on everyone’s face, to the worst ones to the stylist ones, heels tapped on the floor, classic music blasted on and everyone was on their feet. Glasses over glasses, shots over shots, until people started passing out and time was ticking. She stood there holding her glass, so fine and delicate, I just could not stop looking at her.

Her body was worth more than the Mona Lisa painting on the wall, some might say she was the goddess of the phantom of the opera era. She was a…