A tall old man in a tux stepped out from next to Gurtrude and placed a glass of wine in Valery’s hand and bowed his head, ‘Madam.’
She held up the glass to the aristocratic party. ‘Welcome all. Thank you for your travels. The Masqurade awaits!’ They all cheered and started to enter the mansion. Everyone wore clothes of the finest silk and most luxurious fabrics available. Each mask was different. Some half, some hand held, some feathery, some light, and others dark. No two masks were the same.
She smiled and greeted each guest. The band begun to play a piece from Bach.