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THE MASQUERADE BALL

I knew Alex was rich, but I didn't know to what extent.

As I gaped at the magnificent ball room before me, it felt like I was in a dream.

Had I perhaps hit my head and woken up in some medieval era?

I looked up to see baroque-style murals on the ceiling. I recognized Orpheus and Eurydice and their symbol of love. I had taken a liking to Greek mythology, thanks to the extensive library of different genres I had stumbled on in Alex's house. All around the rest of the ceiling, Plato's world was recreated in bright vivid colours.

Gold candelabra-type chandeliers hung from the ceilings, black and gold marble glittered from pillars and floors, string curtains twinkled from their hangings, and baroque-style paintings hung from walls. Even tall statues and mannequins vied for recognition as well. Statues I was sure cost an arm and a leg, and maybe a few couple of human beings as well.

It was all too much for me to take in.

Alex was taking this medieval masquerade ball theme seriously. When he
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