Kings Of Night The Kings Of Barrington Hall

The Box

A sharp bang pounds on my door and I startle awake. Laying on my desk, I must’ve fell asleep while working on my homework. Dread creeps in as I manage to get to my feet to open the door. Hoping Cecilia wasn’t there waiting for me all dressed up to take me out. I take a deep breath and open the door. As I fixate my eyes, there is a tall built man in front of me with a box. He’s wearing a black suit with the letters KN embroidered into his suit jacket pocket. Before I could process the giant man in my doorway, he starts talking. “Harper Prescott?” The man asks me. “Um yeah. Why do you ask?” I question him. He takes the box and gives it to me. I stare down at the beautiful blood red box with black lace covering it entwined with perfect black ribbon. I look up to ask him what’s in the box, but then he turns around and disappears. “Okay then.” I say as I shut and lock my door, going back to my desk. Setting the box in front of me I admire its beauty and precision. Slowly I untie the black ribbon and set it aside. Opening the box I’m greeted with red tissue paper and a black note. I grasp the note and turn it over to see white letting.

“Miss Harper,

Please wear this attire to the masquerade ball Saturday. No other attire will be permitted. Please also remember to not bring anything, as it will be confiscated. The events of this night shall be handled discreetly. We look forward to having you.

Sincerely,

Kings Of Night”

Suddenly it dawned on me that I was to get an outfit for the ball from them. Beaming, I pull back the tissue paper to reveal black material. I pull out the long beautiful dress and hold it against me. It’s blooded with black lace, just as the box with a black ribbon corset down the back. It’s mermaid fitted with a black tulle ruffle bottom. It was gorgeous. The box also had a pair of matching heels and a mask. I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking in my life, let alone own it. At least I think I get to keep it. As creepy as the whole invitation is about the no phones policy is, I am actually excited to go. I’ve never gotten to do anything for myself, let alone go to a party. Cecilia dragged me to a frat party once my freshman year, and the whole time I was looking for her. She always goes off with random dudes and I’m stuck waiting and worrying about her. Honestly I should get better friends but I don’t have time. I think I’ll keep this one thing to myself, and make up some excuse as to why I can’t go out with her Saturday for my birthday. Maybe I could say I have to work? But then she’d only show up there demanding my manager let me leave. f**k, maybe I’ll say something like my dad is in town and he’s picking me up for the weekend. Yeah that could work, she knows nothing comes between my dad and I. Okay lie all set!