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The girl tried her best to blend in with the fancy people, but she didn't know how. I don't belong with these people, she thought I steal from these people. However, she had a job to do, and couldn't leave until it was done. Then she saw him, the blond man with the most beautiful green eyes. This is the guy?!
She couldn't help but notice the similarities between him and the price, they both had stunning green eyes, although this man's were framed by a mask, they were around the same build, not that the girl stared at the prince's body or anything, and they both had golden blond hair, with the stranger's being the messier of the two. The man noticed her too, her hair dark as night, her pretty bluebell eyes, which much like his were framed in a mask. He walked over to her and bowed
"I see you are hiding from something too my lady. Care to talk about it over a dance?" He asked her, she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor.
"So, what are you hiding from? Does someone want you dead or something?" She asked him with a playful giggle
"Not that I know of," He chuckled, "I just wanted a way to avoid my father, he has a way of trying to control everything I do, so I sneak off and become Chat Noir!" When he said that he made a gesture with his arm as if to make himself feel important, "What about you? What are you hiding from?" Crap. "I'm hiding from . . . My stepmother!" Thank you Cinderella, "She didn't want me to come, so I snuck out, put on a mask, and came here. And if we're doing code names, I'll be . . . Hmm . . . Ladybug."
Then the clock struck twelve and the girl got so dizzy that she fell to the floor. She heard laughter all around her, but when she looked to see who was laughing none of the people in the room had faces, just a gray blob with a purple butterfly shape around where their eyes should be. It seemed as if they were all whispering in her ear, "Do it. Do it now."
"Are you all right Ladybug" Chat Noir asked. She looked up at him and realized he was the only one with a real face.
"I-I'm . . . sorry."
"You're sorry? For wha-" Then she plunged a knife into his stomach, the voices in her head stopped, and she could hear everyone in the room gasp simultaniously.
"For that."