https://Voice.club - The mask is scratchy against my skin, but I’d never take it off in this place. We are not supposed to be here, and I shouldn’t have listened to my mate. God knows what the consequences would be if they find out who I am.
However, I can’t deny that this party is exciting! The shimmering lights shine on the glass, colours reflect off the attendees’ costumes, with gems and jewels on show. My black domino and plain mask feels out of place as if I’m underdressed, unworthy.
I’ve never tasted such delicacies at home or drank so many different wines. The music is hypnotic, and everybody dances to its rhythm, heads bowed, hands intermingled, bodies brush against one another. An orgy of perfumes, odours, essences almost make me drunker than the wine I imbibed.
I have joined the dances a while ago and never paid attention to my partners, but the sudden feeling of a small, soft hand captivates me. I hear her silvery laugh coming from her rosebuds lips and I’m entranced as I spin her round, my hands on her tiny waist. We don’t let go of each other all night, as we dance, talk, laugh, banter.
We don’t need an introduction; we don’t learn our names. What’s in a name after all?
I walk with her in the rose gardens, we whisper of our hopes and dreams. She walks in the maze with a sure foot, as if she has done so many times before. She lets me kiss her under a hazy moonlight, her eyes shining golden through the mask’s eyeholes.
Time goes so fast when one feels happy. The light is changing, and dawn is rapidly approaching as the sky brightens. I want to see her face more than anything else. She trembles but doesn’t stop me as I undo her mask lacings.
Her face is beyond description, I’ve never seen such beauty, luminous with love like the sun rising from the East.
It doesn’t matter that it is the face of the daughter of my family’s sworn enemy!