A silver mask covered her face. Holly was dressed in a magenta gown and a hat festooned with black ostrich feathers. Her mask was white, with enormous almond-shaped holes for her eyes and a rosebud doll’s mouth painted in red to complete the effect. They both looked as if they were about to step out of a Venetian palazzo into a gondola that would take them across the shimmering blue lagoon to the doge’s ball. ‘Tania, get dressed,’ Grace urged. I was sitting on my bed, desperately wishing I could stop time. ‘Put on your costume,’ Holly told me. It was seven thirty pm. The party was due to start. I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready to face what was about to take place. Grace held up my dress of black and white silk. She made me step into it and hold still while she closed the back zipper. It had a nipped-in waist and a stiff, corseted bodice. The skirt billowed over a wide, hooped petticoat. ‘Now your mask and hat,’ Holly said. The black hat had a wide brim and big silk flowers.
What do You think about Dark Angel 03: Broken Dream?
