~Object 12~ A Masquerade Mask

The gowns were lovely, the suits quite dashing, the music just right.  None of these elements, though, compared to the masks.  Each unique and so very mysterious, masks hid each face around the large room.  Young ladies peeked shyly from behind their disguise, self conscious about their face piece after seeing the others.

Each girl remembered back to the decorating party not long before.  Simple white masks had been torn apart, painted and reconstructed until no one could guess their humble beginnings.  On the big day, though, there was no trace of drabness remaining, and only glitter, feathers, sequins, bright colored paint and lace trimmings were present.

Many of the attendees removed their masks after only a dance or two, noticing that not only was their vision slightly impaired when wearing them, but also that their faces were red and hot from the confinement.  Hours of hard work, all for two dances.  Such a shame.

Now the masks sit on shelves or in drawers, collecting dust and holding memories, such sweet memories.

Mask and Photo by Jennifer Cassaro

Over and out,

~Emily