Masquerade ball

Dear Mr. and Mrs. King, you have been invited to the final round of the glorious contest of the Elites. A masquerade ball will be held shortly after the winner is announced.

Putting down the letter I blew out loudly. Honestly, staying here I had started to hate parties. Had it not been the last for a couple years, I would go insane for sure. 

About the competition, as far as I gathered from Mrs. Arthur, it was a club for wealthy people to help and support each other. Every three years an award competition had been held to select the head of the board who would have various advantages for the time being. 

A knock sounded at the door. "Ember! Darling, are you in there?" 

May she live long. "Yes, Mrs. Arthur. Come in."

In seconds she was in and sitting beside me, traces of worry visible in her face. "How are you feeling today, darling?" 

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