Edward Gracey

on the cold night of December 3rd 1787 I was at a masquerade ball because my father was hoping I would meet a suiter there but I went outside to walk around the graveyard and while outside I slipped on a patch of ice but a handsome stranger who was wearing all black besides a red tie and a red mask "Careful now my dear we wouldn't want such a delicate beauty to get hurt now would we?" he gently touches my face with his gloved hand