Masquerade

Content: 2.4k words of trying to figure out who is the one you are meeting at a party. (barely proof read! Forgive me. A little rushed and simple but please enjoy)

"A ball?" You wonder.

"A masquerade!" Sasha squeals.

"At whose place?" Did you hear right?

"The new girl, Pieck!"

"And, we're invited?" You don't know her very well.

"Everyone is invited!" Sasha was not officially invited but assumes at this point it's an open invitation.

"Well, it's not at her place. She's renting a hall out." Sasha clarifies now that she's taken it down a notch.

"Oh?" You question. That sounds expensive. Just where is she from?

"Don't worry! We're creative. Besides, no one I know has enough funds for an elaborate costume. Fabrics store, here we come!" And when Sasha says you're creative, she means you.

It all sounds fun and soon you here people talking about it and decide you'd like to go, so spend half an afternoon with Sasha and another friend Historia getting supplies.

The day before the party it's all anyone can talk about and you're busy putting costumes together.

"Okay, I need a break." You say after all the cutting and gluing and sewing. Most of your outfit is done and you still need to put accessories on the mask.

The three of you go to a local coffee shop and get some snacks, sitting on a comfy community couch.

"I haven't talked to anyone else lately, who else is coming?" You ask of some of the others you usually hang out with. Everyones been so busy it's hard to keep up. It's no wonder people are looking forward to tomorrow.

"Most everyone I think is going to be there." Sasha confirms she talked to Connie earlier.

The last week everyone you usually see and hang out with has been doing their own thing either separately or in other smaller groups and you haven't been able to keep up.

"Hello." You hear a sweet voice to the side of you and look up, seeing Pieck herself.