"I'd tell you that you're beautiful, but I honestly can't. Dance with me?"

You lifted your mask and looked into his brilliant eyes. "Yes."

"See, you are beautiful. I'm never wrong."

"Oh, hush. Dance with me."

He was an awful dancer, treading on your toes, but his jokes and his delicious smell more than made amends.

Near the ball's end, he removed his mask and queried, "So, if I asked to call on you, you wouldn't refuse?"

Your only thought was that he was amazingly handsome. "You're never wrong, are you?"

"I thought not. Duke Zackary Fair, at your service."