Hope looked through the small slits in her masque. She was dressed in a light blue chiffon dress. She didn't know what she was supposed to be dressed up as, but her mask was exquisite nonetheless. It was a dainty number with pearls along the border and white lace covering her hair. Her blond hair was pulled back and curled, pinned in a bun at the nape of her neck, a few tendrils escaping the updo. She smiled at herself, she looked beautiful. She felt like a princess, even if she knew she could never be one.
"How are you feeling?" Everly asked as she walked up next to Hope and assessed Hope's costume.
"I am well," Hope said, shifting her stance so she could look at Everly in the full-length mirror where she was giving herself a final inspection. "What is your costume supposed to be?"
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