Isabelle

Tonight is the night I get to meet my betrothed. I am told what they will wear so that when they ask me for a dance I can accept. I straighten my gown and take my seat next to my father. I decline a few dance offers… not only because of the point of tonight but also because none of them seems interesting. My eyes land on the next person extend a hand… it’s them… the black mask with the blue aspects we send, the ring… I would be honoured I smile and take their hand