A Stolen Fate
She fastens it around my neck and pats my shoulders.
"See? Now you are ready. If you fidget any more, I will tape your hands to your sides."
I try not to roll my eyes, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My hair, usually straight and plain, now falls in loose waves down my back, artfully arranged to frame the mask. The makeup Lorena applied makes my green eyes seem deeper and more mysterious. The emerald mask, adorned with tiny crystals and delicate filigree, transforms my ordinary features into something almost regal.