Chapitre 73: Black Cat Mask

Rosalie's gaze remained entranced by her recent purchase, a sense of delight painting her features. Yet, amidst her reverie, a sudden and spirited announcement jolted her attention upwards, as if she were tracing the source of that sound. The resounding voice echoed through the air, a harmonious proclamation reaching out to all Festival attendees. Its message was clear: the time had come, the moment when musicians tuned their instruments, readying themselves for an enchanting performance. Soon, the very heart of the Central Square, adorned with majestic fountains that stood as sentinels around the Capital, would transform into a grand stage for a dance that promised to weave magic into the night.