Her hair hung in soft black ringlets and the multiple shades of purple in her dress played nicely off them. She slipped her mask on and pulled the laces tight. What did Donovan have in mind? She walked down the steps into the kitchen but didn’t see him. Her cell phone beeped as a text came through from Barbi. Meet at the hall? Devon texted back her agreement and made her way outside. He never said what time to meet him. If everyone was wearing masks, how would she find him? * * * Barbi had been super enthusiastic about going to the party with Devon, but within moments of entering the hall, she’d hugged her and then disappeared into a sea of masked characters. Devon knew she couldn’t be mad since she hadn’t wanted to go in the first place. Still, what would she do all by herself?“Fantastic. I’ll just be another wall flower,” she muttered and found the punch. After two tiny glasses she worked her way back towards the large floor. She spied a few couples leading others in a modern type of waltz and in their costumes they looked elegant and sophisticated.Something moved out of the corner of her eye and she saw a man beckoning her to come closer.
