Simply Masking Your Feelings || Masquerade AU || faytaltouch
The last thing Alfred wanted was his mother to throw him a maquerade ball. He knew well enough that her true goal was to find him someone that could work as a potential partner. Besides, everyone who she approved of was either dead or too old to be considered 'young money' anymore. No matter what he complained about the ball went on that evening without even a hint of postponing. When the sun had gone to sleep and the moon had come out to shine light on the event he knew this was his time to get ready.
Within an hour the male had dressed himself from head to toe. The mask he wore upon his face was the joker nonetheless. It was symbolic of course of how he felt about this evening. Traveling downstairs, he made his way to the ball. How lame, now he had to dance with people which him mother knew damn well he was terrible at. Perhaps someone among the crowd would suffice.
