Sierra looked at herself through her white feathered mask in the mirror. Her countess dress was a pearl white flowing all the way to the brown carpeted floor. Her arms left no trace of flesh, only white lace flaring at the wrists. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, with the exception of the basket that looked as though it were protruding from her rear end. She laughed, she was glad it was Halloween and she wasn't the only one dressed this way.
Sierra's invitation to the masquerade ball came two weeks prior and she had spent allot of time looking for the perfect costume in which to wear, even harder to find was the mask. Sierra didn't know how she managed to get invited to the Blair mansion, but there it was, traced in gold sitting in her hand as she headed out the door to attend the special event.
Her gown made the loudest bag kind of noise as she walked into the ballroom, her heels clicked and embarrassed her as she saw the people mingling. This masquerade was the first she'd ever been to. Her face flushed lightly as all eyes turned to her, as if she were expected. Sierra was extremely glad the feathers covered all but her blue eyes and pink lips. Sierra held her head high and walked to a near by table to sit.
Swarms of men flocked to her as if she were a magnet, asking to dance, wanting her undivided attention. But her eyes only bestowed one man. She watched him walk from the other side of the room. He wore a blue and black suite and a black mask. His shoulders were broad against those that stood around her. He held out his hand and Sierra locked her gaze with his deep green eyes as she took his hand. His grip was firm and left no question as to the fact that he would be the one to dance with her. He left no room for argument from the others.
"Sierra, I've been awaiting your arrival. I could ravish you right her, but I doubt the others would appreciate it."
"Did you invite me? What is your name?" Sierra asked as the man lead her to the center of the ballroom.