As the glow of the warm summer sun began to fade away, Erika stood in front of the grandiose mirror, admiring herself in the virginal white wedding dress she had always dreamed of wearing. But what awaited her beyond the mirror was not a groom, but a group of masked strangers at the annual Carnival.
Amongst the masks and costumes, one man stood out, his eyes hidden behind a kachorao mask, but his intense gaze fixed on Erika. As they danced together under the starry sky, their bodies swayed in sync, a fiery passion igniting between them.
Against the backdrop of the festive revelry, they found themselves alone in a secluded carriage, the kachorao unmasking himself to reveal his handsome face. Erika gasped as he traced a finger along her jawline before leaning in close to whisper, "I knew you would be the one to uncover my true identity, my lady."
