The evening of the Hope Charity Gala arrived with an air of quiet anticipation.
Lucas finished getting ready first. He adjusted his cufflinks, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. The black tux fit him perfectly. The mask Valentina had picked out sat on the dresser, and after a brief hesitation, he grabbed it. He wasn't really sure about this.
Without another word, he left the room, heading downstairs.
Valentina, on the other hand, was still in her room. She had just slipped into her gown, smoothing her hands over the fabric as she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. The dress was perfect for the occasion, it was elegant, mysterious, and tailored to her figure like a second skin. It was probably the first dress she's bought at first glance and still love it.
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