Third Person POV
As she approached the castle, she felt apprehensive, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, despite the fact that the costume hid her identity well, the mask hiding her best features, her eyes hooded and cast downwards as she joined the crowd clamoring to get inside. Her dress, a gorgeous concoction of silver and white, with angelic white wings spreading out from behind her back, her mask a mixture of white and silver feathers, giving her the appearance of an angel, when she was anything but. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in tight little ringlets, a small white tiara perched on top of her head. White ribbons were tied amongst her hair, giving her a festive look. She saw several men eye her appreciatively and ignored them. There was only one man she was inter
