Rosalie hadn't been nervous about the ball until she was forced to ingest a potion of unknown qualities. She warned patients against doing so on a daily basis and yet, when given the option of succumbing to pressure or leaving, Rosie too had caved. However, she had spent far too long embroidering her costume for it to never be seen. And so, she answered her rather simple question and drank the foul tasting potion without another minute's hesitation.

She wandered throughout the rooms without much purpose, pausing only to admire other's costumes or engage in whatever banal small talk. Few recognized her in her shimmering black gown and heavy golden mask, but such was her intention. An evening without whispers or stress. A night of complete anonymity.

Or, so Rosie had hoped.

The weight of Ezra's gaze was familiar now. It rarely lasted for more than a second or two and she was often not courageous enough to return it. (How could she be when every interaction they'd had over the past two years left her feeling miserable and alone once more?) Tonight, though, Ezra's stare burned through her layers of anonymity. It took her less than a minute to find the man she presumed to be him. From this distance it was impossible to be certain whether the piercing dark gaze was that of her ex-fiance. Who else would recognize her as immediately as him though? Who else would stare as intently as him?

Turning towards him fully, her dress shimmering like stardust as she moved, Rosie met his stare with an equally focused one of her own. Though, whether the look was one of defiance or invitation, she wasn't quite sure.

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