You rush over to your wardrobe in a sudden panic - knowing that you have nothing to wear that would be at all suitable for a masquerade. Everything you own is just casual everyday clothing as you're not really the type to be invited to such affairs. You begin to pout as you think you may not eventually be able to attend the party like you really want to. You begin to sulk before your step mother barges into your room carrying a large clothing bag and some other smaller carrier bags. You raise an eyebrow and she sets the things down onto your bed. You walk toward the bed and reveal what's inside the clothing bag to find a large, beautiful dress with a small note attatched to it that gives it away that the dress is yours. Your eyes widen as you pick it up in your hands, feeling the fabric and observing the style. The main colour of the dress is of a plain baby blue colour throughout. The bodice of the the dress has a strip through the middle with a beautiful vintage styled creme pattern - lined with a golden lace. The sleeves are off the shoulders, in line with the top of the bodice - donning the same pattern as the strip in the middle of the bodice. The skirt of the dress reaches to the floor and has two puffed bits of fabric in the same pattern as before, to give it a bit of character. The skirt puffs out like a bird cage - fit for a Princess. You notice some pretty white gloves in the clothing bag, too.
In the other bags, you find a mask and some shoes to match the dress. The mask has a faint music sheet pattern over it and is lined with a swirl and bead pattern. It's beautifully crafted and is creme in colour with a stick handle on the right side so it can be held up to the face easily. Then the shoes, oh the shoes you think, they're magnificent - perfection. Matching the creme and blue colour scheme, they are fully creme coloured with the same pattern as the mask on the front of the shoe. They have a bow to lace up the front part that is the baby blue colour. You instantly make for the dress again to put it on - asking your mother for help.
"Who sent all of this?" You ask as your step mother lifts the dress over your head and your arms are up in the air.
"The same young man that left the envelope for you." She replies, pulling the dress down over you and brushing down the skirt of it. You adjust the sleeves and bodice, making sure it's on you correctly with no imperfections.
"Who is he? Who's invited me to this?" You sigh and turn to your mother, concerned as to what could happen. Had your mother set up some fancy affair for you where you'll get married for certain and won't be able to go near any other males.
"I'm not sure who he is. You don't know what's going on either. Are you sure it's wise to go?" She asks, concerned as a mother would be.
"I'm sure I'll be fine. It could just be a surprise party or something. My friends haven't seen me in a while, anyway." You make up any excuse you can to put her at ease - knowing that if she gets worried about something, you wouldn't be able to attend and find out the mystery of who invited you.
"Alright, if you're sure."
Your step mother leaves the room once again and you begin putting your shoes on carefully, all the while admiring yourself in the mirror as if you don't even recognise yourself. Once your shoes are on with neatly tied bows, you straighten out your dress again and begin to add some light make up to your face: foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blusher and lipstick. You make sure it's all perfect and then pick up your mask, putting it up to your face and admiring yourself once more. You've never felt as beautiful as you do right now, everything about yourself seems glamorous and perfect.
Feeling satisfied with yourself, you leave your room and walk down to the front door, calling goodbye to your mother on the way out. You open the door and find a large, white vintage Rolls Royce waiting outside for you.
"Classy..." You utter to yourself, admiring the vintage style of the car. You advance towards it and open the door to the back seat, getting in slowly and all the while making sure your dress doesn't get ruined on the floor. When you close the door and settle into the car, you fix your seatbelt comfortably and you begin the journey to the masquerade. You see the city disappear behind you as you drive through the countryside - taking in the trees, the grand houses and the fields that you speed past. After driving for a while through small country lanes and past forests and fields you reach a large gate that is the entrance to a long drive way.