#happiestevent

The Lily of the Valley Dress

The night had begun, and now that she was playing a character, Sally couldn’t back down. She had been working constantly ever since she returned from her little holiday. Was it any wonder that she wanted to pretend to be someone else for just a while?

After ordering a drink (the least boozy one she could find), Sally decided to spend the first half-hour or so people-watching; but in a different manner to her usual. Not hiding in the shadows, sinking into the background, but standing as tall as she could, neck straight, with slow dramatic movements. The big black tulle mask was just about perfect for it. She felt like a mysterious vampire queen, having arrived to observe the amusing little gathering of the common mortals, as they danced the night away. Now, whether that fantasy was something anyone else shared, that was another matter.

“One has to wonder how many of the townsfolk are just here to have fun tonight,” she wondered out loud. “And how many have come to spread some chaos.”

Ella was a mix of excitement and extensional dread all at once, once she opened the hefty doors of where the masquerade ball was held. Her gown was quite something, layers upon layers - with an additional glow to the dress, so it would light up even if the ballroom would go dark. She didn’t know what to expect from tonight - but she was glad to have her daughter with a caretaker, so she could dance the night. She wondered about her sisters, how they would be dressed and found herself looking forward to the idea that she’d recognize them.

“Pardon me, I uhm can’t go through with this dress do you mind getting up for just a moment?” She said as she tried to get around some tables, it felt like she was going through a maze.

How did that song go, I'm sexy and I know it. Lady felt like a goddess in her dress. And she radiated that self-confidence when she stepped into the room. Now to find Oz. She thought but then halted. He has been avoiding me quite a bit, hasn't he - maybe i should try my luck somewhere else. No, no that's silly I'm in love with him not someone else.

"Pardon, coming through." She said as she believed she saw a glimpse of the older man. But as she hurried towards him, she bumped into someone else and lost track of him after all.

"Damn it!"

“At least my mask allows me to eat,” she remarked as someone, struggling the fingerfood, drew her a funny look. To demonstrate (or rub it in) she popped a vol-au-vent up inside her shroud and into her mouth.

Marie had come, Toulouse had come –well, what was his excuse? He had the feeling that everyone else he knew, from his mother and his... Well, his mother’s friend, to Alice and... And whoever else he knew in town, they must all be there at the Hootenanny event. Berlioz dashed through the main street, the cape fluttering behind him. After much deliberation he had finally decided he wouldn’t go and make a fool of himself –and then he decided he would go, even if he made a fool of himself –and then he realized that most of the town would be there –and then, he remembered that this was a masquerade party, so it wouldn’t really matter, right?

He almost tripped when he reached the main floor, all tired from running, but managed to steady himself. The party was in full swing already. Berlioz quickly fixed the mask he had found lying around with some old costumes in the attic, and retied the knot of his childhood Dracula cape. The original, hastly-conceived idea had been to go as the iconic count ( the formal outfit was always at the ready, obviously), but the plastic vampire teeth had been lying for who knows how long in the bottom of the trunk, all squished and unhygienic. Pre-bite Dracula, then?

There was a gloom hanging over Elsa that she couldn't shake, the source? Her lover Amelia who had disappeared without a word. Things had been so nice that now in her absence Elsa couldn't help but feel a bit - troubled by it all.

"Is it my fault?" She asked herself as she took a seat. People were already dancing. Yet she couldn't find the joy, she wondered why she even attended. What was the point.

Yes there was a gloom hanging over Elsa, and a breakup might be coming soon.

She turned to a person who sat next to her - "What would you do if your lover disappeared without a word? Should I just accept that - move on- wait for her?"

Rachel wasn’t... disappointed, per se, that she wouldn’t get to spend the day with Toulouse, but it had taken her off guard. But! This was totally an opportunity to have fun and make friends! If only she could figure out who on earth her partner was.

“This is a piece of cake! I’ve totally got this. Like, three clues are more than enough. I’m basically Detective Rachel at this point,” she mumbled to herself, making no progress on the task at hand.