Two days later…
The vintage sedan rolled to a stop before the grand entrance of House Desdemona.
Ethan stepped out, was dressed in a tailored three-piece suit. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve before placing his top hat properly on his head.
There was this grace in the way he carried himself, despite the black masquerade mask placed over his face.
He turned and offered his hand to Princess Isabella who had also stepped out gracefully.
She was breathtaking in the crimson gown that flowed down her frame. The dress hugged her form just enough before cascading outward in soft, flowing layers that trailed slightly behind her.
Resting over her face was a gold masquerade mask, shaped perfectly around her eyes. It added an air of mystery to her already striking presence.
An attendant quickly approached, bowing slightly as Ethan handed over the keys for the car to be driven away.
Almost at the same time, another vehicle arrived.
