Ottemis

Cass was late. The perfectly polished tiling echoed her footsteps across the large entry hall, adding new depth to the ostentatious nature of the event taking place beyond the large open doors ahead. A cacophony of heels clicking, music, voices and laughter swelled and overwhelmed her as she steadily progressed towards the entryway. Why one would willfully subject oneself was beyond her comprehension. The weight of her gown dragged behind her in an unfamiliar fashion and with every step she felt her mask sliding further out of place. She stopped to re-adjust it before entering the ballroom. It was a snow-white porcelain mask intricately patt