It was getting late, though looking around the still-crowded ballroom, one wouldn’t be able to tell. Thomas had been caught up in small talk, been roped into dancing with a few too many people, downed more champagne than he should have, and he hadn’t seen Ethan all evening. He paused, looking around the room for any sign of the guard, and smiled when he spotted him, making his way over. He reached up and tapped Ethan on the shoulder. Mask or no, Thomas would recognize the guard anywhere. “Excuse me,” he said, confident that no one was close enough to hear him over the music, “you wouldn’t have happened to see my boyfriend around here, would you? He’s about this tall, dark hair, very handsome...”