**Masquerade Ball**
Part 1
The grand estate of the wealthy and influential was abuzz with the who's who of London's high society. The cream of the crop had gathered for the annual masquerade ball, a night of mystery and indulgence. Behind her mask of sparkling silver and black feathers, Estella "Cruella" De Vil's eyes gleamed with excitement as she navigated through the crowded ballroom. Her gaze locked onto a figure standing by the refreshments, a tall, dark-haired man with a mischievous glint in his eye - Jasper. Cruella's lips curled into a sly smile as she made her way towards him, her black and white gown shimmering in the candlelight. The music swelled, and the air was thick with the scent of perfume and champagne. She had been searching for him all night, and now that she had found him, she wouldn't let him out of her sight. As she approached, Jasper turned, his eyes locking onto hers. He was dressed impeccably in his black tailcoat, his white shirt gleaming in the dim light. Cruella's heart skipped a beat as their gazes met, and for a moment, the room around them melted away. With a flick of her wrist, Cruella's mask slipped slightly, revealing a hint of her porcelain skin beneath. Jasper's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze roaming over her stunning gown. Cruella's laughter echoed through the ballroom as she reached out and grasped his arm, her long nails clicking against his sleeve. "Lost in the crowd, Jasper?" she asked, her voice husky and confident. Jasper raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cruella," he replied, his voice low and smooth. Cruella's eyes flashed with mischief as she pulled him into the shadows, the music and laughter of the party fading into the background. They moved in tandem, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the night. "I'm bored with the ball," Cruella whispered, her breath tickling Jasper's ear. "Let's get out of here." Jasper's eyes sparkled with agreement, and together, they slipped away from the crowds, seeking a more private venue for their revelries. As they disappeared into the night, Cruella's laughter echoed through the halls, drawing attention from the other guests. But she didn't care; she was on a mission to claim Jasper's attention, and tonight, nothing else mattered. How would you like the story to proceed?