Masquerade invitation

Katherine "how you know it was andy?"
Her father patted me on the head "I'd have to say it was the quality of his smile. it always looks empty. cheer up alittle. if we never met. I couldnt tell the difference anyways."
Katherine looked away uncomfortable at a portrait on the wall. "in any case, I hope you keep a eye on my daughter for me ok she tends to be alittle energetic."
Katherine "daaad...I'm a adult."
her father patted katherine on the head "as you wish my angel." he left shortly afterward of speaking his mind.
We both stood there quietly looking at the door. "I'm sorry." I said softly
Katherine "its ok.... I hate my dad too....... comon... we might as well get going." she handed me a silver and blue mask and a hand fan. Then she picked up a pink and white mask with her fan.
with the awkward moment with her father : I wondered why she even accepted. even if she brought me along?

As we took our seat in the limo, her parents sat acrossed from us. her mother in her own little world as she touched up on her makeup the entire time. her father promply making katherine feel smaller and smaller as the minutes passed by. Katherine had a empty stare the entire time; but I dont blame her.

-back to present-

Several round white tables with silk white cloth covering lay out pefectly thoughout the large chamber. chandeliers of crystal, and gold hung overhead, even the floor of marble and decorative designs. There was even stairwell towards a large balcony of stone. Kathering pinched my arm and nodded her head to the right. as I followed along with her to the outmost part of the room. with less people wearing white wigs and more women in dresses like ourselves. The gossip was about jewelry.
I looked at my hand at the opal ring I always wear.... and felt smaller hiding my hand that my ring rested on. I sighed. as katherine looked bored within the first five minutes. I guess not everyone of upper class can honestly say they enjoy the life. but then again, she was raised by maids and servants, instructors, and went to public school for social experiences... not for education... back then.