By the time we strolled onto the balcony overlooking the massive ballroom, the party was in full swing. Hundreds of people in elegant tuxedoes and gowns were milling below with drinks in hand, a sea of black and rainbow colors.
Byzantine whistled, and they all looked up at once, cheering and applauding. It was only then that I realized they all had the same face.
My face. Every last one of them, man and woman alike, looked like me.
"How do you like that?" Byzantine swung an arm around my shoulder and crushed me against him. "The ultimate theme party! Everyone's a Stag Lincoln!"
I smiled, playing along...but as I stared at the crowd below, I couldn't help frowning. Either those were the most lifelike masks ever, or...
"They're not wearing masks!" The longer I stared, the more c
