Malika finished the last of her makeup, smiling at herself before going to turn in her full length mirrors. The navy gown fit her in all the right places, and the little jewels made the mask stand out a little more; plain black and settled over hazel eyes in the shape of cat eyes. Blonde hair was loose and tied half back, waves cascading down her back as the string that held her mask rested snugly under the top half of her hair, a princess tiara on her head with diamonds and sapphires before she made her way out into the hall. She paused briefly, looking before she laid eyes on her favorite person. “Seth, don’t you look ravishing.” she mused with a smile as she joined him. “Ready for your first official party as an elite?”
Behind the Masks | sttormsofnight
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