βΒ Β Β Β Β πΆπ·π¬π΅ πΊπ»π¨πΉπ»π¬πΉβ Β Β β βΈΊβ masquerade ball .
Perhaps Francis had seriously underestimated how much the mask could play tricks on his vision. Even with all the candles casting their warm, flickering light, he found himself tilting his head up and down like a curious bird, trying to judge how near or far anything was. He could, of course, lift the mask onto his hair, but then the whole outfit would be ruined. And really, what was the point of a masquerade if you werenβt actually wearing your mask?
βFor heavenβs sake, I think I could see a ghost better than this!β He muttered to the person beside him, holding his hand in front of his face like a makeshift visor. βIs your mask tormenting you too, or did I just pick the one thatβs trying to sabotage me?β
