Curated fiction · A Velmora fantasy scenario

What the Masquerade Allowed

The invitation said black tie and masks, nothing else — no names printed, no dress code beyond elegant and concealed. Renée had been married to Paul for fourteen years, long enough that she sometimes forgot what it felt like to be looked at by a stranger who didn't already know every version of her. The mask changed that. Behind gold filigree and good champagne, a man in a dark suit asked her to dance without introducing himself, and she said yes before she'd decided to. Across the ballroom, Paul was dancing with a woman in silver, and for the first time in years, Renée watched her husband flirt — really flirt — with someone who wasn't her, and felt something closer to hunger than jealousy. Neither of them would say who they'd been that night. That was the whole point of the masquerade.

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