One hundred and seven

Celia

I took a few deep breaths before stepping out of the room. I could hear the crowd talking and people chatting with each other merrily as I took in the scene below me. The room assigned to us was directly above the hall where the revelry was being held.

I placed my hands on the railing and looked down as I saw women and men all dressed in finery. The ladies were wearing elegant ball gowns, and matching fine jewelry and some even wore hats.

They were all twirling and showing off their petite figures and slim waists while trying not to get their big gowns trampled under anybody’s feet.

Meanwhile, my eyes scanned the room and saw that almost everybody was wearing a mask. Wasn't it going to be in the night?

Gladly when I fished into the pockets, I found a mask. It matched my outfit, black and silver with gold and some yellow thrown around, making me look like a regal princess…minus the gown of course.

I traced my fingers on the railing and prepared myself by wearing gloves of the sa