On the night of the Second Ball, Charlotte helped me add the finishing touches to my costume.

My sheer butterfly wings hung close to my shoulders, not extending too far, just enough to show. My hair was up and mostly hidden under a sea of brightly colored flowers. My mask covered most of my face.

leaving only my mouth and chin exposed.

Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I doubted anyone else would either. Despite what he

said, I even had my doubts about Nicholas.

Charlotte handed me my gloves one by one as I slid them on.

“Tonight, you can be anyone,” she said.

No one would know me. No one would know that I’m the outsider tonight. I would simply be part of the

group.

I nodded, unsure what to say. I didn’t know how that made me feel. I wasn’t ashamed of who I was, but I

had always wondered what it would feel like to belon

costume, ran circles around

Nanny and then at Mark, who

wearing a crisp tuxedo with Prince Nicholas’s insignia

ball himself, alongside the nanny, to help keep an eye

know each

ballroom would be able to guess my identity simply from

bent down to give Elva a hug. It would hurt me to have to

me, I would be there in an instant, rules of

damned.

to mind so much. She hugged me tightly, her lanky arms

Mommy.” Then she

just a little. “If you

Mommy,” she said, and patted my arm, like I had done so many

alright.”

She was in very good hands, and I didn’t need to

Elva was easier than worrying about myself. I had no

the ballroom first. After waiting a few minutes,

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