“I met someone”, she said taking off the mask. “We danced together all night. He’s meeting me for coffee tomorrow.”
Arya listened to her daughter gush about the boy and looked at the mask.
She had needed to stick a few feathers back but it looked as beautiful as when she had worn it.
It was party long ago.
He had asked her for a dance and they had stayed partners the whole night. A month later he asked her to marry him.
She dusted the tinsel off the feathers and smiled. It looked like the beginning of another love story.