Author's note: This is the part 2 of 'Masquerade Ball' so I recommand re-reading it if you can't remember the story anymore! 

As the yellow-dress-girl (Moonbyul had decided to call her that for she wasn't paying attention to the announcement due to the appearance of the girl) descended the steps, she looked around the ballroom and what Moonbyul feared happened. Their eyes met, a jolt of electricity running through Moonbyul's body before Yellow-dress-girl's eyes flickered away again, all emotion hidden behind the gold mask covering her eyes, lips clasped in a tight straight line. Although this wasn't the first time seeing this girl, Moonbyul could not help but to keep staring at the girl, captivated by her beauty. Maybe it was due to the fact that she had seen her mask-less face, but all Moonbyul wanted to do was the rip that mask away, and ask the girl to proudly show her face to the world. Her eyes followed the girl's every action, from the way she stepped down from the last step and took a small but still graceful bow in front of everyone to how she instantly moved to the side of the ballroom once the mini orchestra started playing their music again. "Byul-ah. Byul-ah! Yah Moon ByulE! Yoohoo! Anyone home?!" Finally. Moonbyul was broken out of her trance as she turned to face her friend. "Uh sorry unnie. What did you say?" She said sheepishly, embarrassed that her unnie caught her in that state. "Uh... that's not important! What's more important now is whose that girl? Why are you so interested in that rich kid Jung Wheein? Found your crush after god-knows-how-long?" She teased, wriggling her eyebrows at the last question. Moonbyul said nothing, but the dusty pink flushed that appeared on her cheek and the way she quickly turned away from the older girl told her everything. "OMG REALLY? You like her?! Oh. My. God. Moon ByulE! My best friend~~ finally! You, my friend, has finally gotten herself a life. Oh I feel so proud. Go get her tiger!" Yongsun squealed overdramatically. Hitting her embarrassing friend's back in an attempt to stop her from further disgracing any of them, Moonbyul dragged her back to the now familiar corner of the ballroom. Its true. Moonbyul fancied the girl. It wasn't a big crush, she just found the girl interesting, and she knew she had no chance with her, especially after what happened in the garden earlier. "Kim Yongsun shut up for awhile!" She harshly whispered as the said girl was wiping fake tears off her face. Moonbyul couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the sight, not knowing how she could stand the constantly over-dramatic friend. Finally, the girl calmed down, though a knowing smirk was left to remain on her face. "Okay unnie. Stay here. Enjoy yourself! I'll be back in 15 minutes and we'll go back to my place okay? See you!" Moonbyul rushed out before leaving the confused girl there, running out of the ballroom. She leaned against the wall right beside the door, hand over her erratically beating heart, wondering what on earth she had just admitted to. Her? Liking someone? That was a first. Yeah, you read correctly. In her 20 years of life, this was Moon ByulE's first crush. Call her weird or what, but she suffered/suffers from an anxiety problem, and never got to know people well enough to ever.. you know, crush on them. At this moment the door beside her creaked open, and, feeling panicked, Moonbyul ran to the only other area she knew in the mansion. 

Pushing open the glass doors leading to the garden, the chilly night sky nipped at her already covered arms, the temperature dropping a lot from when she was outside a mere one hour ago. She walked down the paved walkway to the bench she was sitting on previously, looking only at the night sky. The sky had also darkened significantly, tonight's full moon standing even more than it did just now. The bodyguard-like stars that surrounded it dotted the sky, making the sight so much more beautiful. Moonbyul settled down in her seat, lips starting to shiver from the cold. She basked in the peacefulness of  the garden and sighed in content, perfectly fine with the thought of spending 15 minutes in this garden. As though the earth heard her and just wanted to mess with her, the creaky door that she just entered not Long ago opened and she subconsciously clenched her teeth together, irritated that she jinxed herself. Waiting to see if just maybe, the intruder would leave after seeing someone already there, Moonbyul just sat there on the bench, senses heightened to hopefully follow whoever it was without looking. Apparently God just loves to when she heard footsteps not walking back out of the garden but instead approaching her from behind. When Moonbyul heard a soft "hey you," from that person, she thought the world could not get any meaner, and cursed under her breath, her hands starting to shake not from the cold but at the thought of having to converse with someone neither her family nor Yongsun. Having no choice since the question was obviously directed at her, she stood up and pivoted on her heel while dusting her dress pants off, letting out a shaking "y..yes?" To her surprise, Yellow-dress Girl was the one who was standing behind her, face still covered by the i