“To be honest, these shoes are murdering my poor feet.” Lara complained loudly. She grinned up at her love, Dante. He smirked, pulling her close while they danced in the midst of a crowd. Orchestra music echoed throughout the ballroom as couples whirled by the two. It was a cold December evening and flames crackled in lit torches that surrounded the room. Lara’s crimson lips curved up as she brushed a stray curl of hair behind her ear.

“Well then, take off your high heels and hide them.” Dante murmured in her ear, holding her close while his brown eyes peered from the Colombina mask.

“How unladylike of me.. I shall not take off my shoes!” she said cheerfully. Dante’s hands rested on her hips as they made their way around the ballroom. He winked naughtily at Lara, managing not to smirk at the surprised look in her eyes.

“Oh, alright I suppose. But if Father finds out about this, he will have your head on a platter.” Lara said with a laugh. Dante smiled, kissing her softly in the soft glow of the flames.