Far from a masquerade (part 2)

"May I cut in?" inquired the elegantly dressed gentleman, drawing Adela and Bastian's attention. Adela recognized him immediately, as he wore an identical mask to hers, but Bastian remained oblivious.

"I'm afraid not," Bastian responded dismissively.

Claude leaned closer and spoke in a playful tone, "I could make an imperial request and take off my mask, Bastian von Conradie."

The Crown Prince briefly lifted his mask to wink at Bastian, who now recognized his face. Bastian released his embrace on Adela and stepped away.

With a curtsy and a wide smile, Adela expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for the dance, Tian."

Bastian had won their name game. 

Adela's gaze followed him until he disappeared into the crowd. She couldn't help but wish she could erase the scars of the past. However, she knew it was an impossible feat. 

"Exquisite,"