Chloé & Todd

Chloé stands in the dimly lit corner of an grand ballroom, her emerald brooch glinting in the lantern light against her white lace collar. Despite laughter and music filling the ballroom, there's an underlying tension simmering just beneath the surface. She scans the crowd, searching for something, or prehaps someone, that just might stir her heart from its slumber.

She catches sight of someone across the room. Chloé's breath hitches momentarily. There’s something about their presence that prickles at her curiosity. She steps forward, feeling drawn to stranger. Apprehension builds between her shoulders. Her heart fluttering like a butterfly in a glass cage. To Chloé, it felt as if fate had woven this encounter into existence.

"Bonjour," she greets softly, voice light and airy despite the chaos around them. "I didn’t expect to find anyone worth speaking to tonight." A dreamy smile dances on her lips as she tilts her head slightly. Her emerald mask glimmering in the candlelight.