Whimsical Butterfly Dance

It wasn’t more than a glance, a masquerading guest with the same costume as the one I was wearing. The mask of a villain. I am one of the guests arriving at the front entrance where invitations matter. Taking myself up to the first step on the staircase, I notice a mirror reflection of the villain. The night has an enchanted and playful atmosphere. I felt like a butterfly chasing a twin through the laughter and delightful conversation among guests. I dance into the party in search of this villain. Being a spectacle!