บท 521: THE MATING SEASON BALL I

I stood at the grand ballroom, leaning against a pillar with a glass of champagne in hand, watching the swirling activities unfold before me. My sister had truly outdone herself with this ball, transforming the space into a magical wonderland of elegance and extravagance. The soft glow of the chandeliers bathed the room in a warm light, casting a shimmering aura over the masked guests who moved gracefully across the dance floor.

As I observed the guests twirling and mingling, each adorned with a beautiful and frivolous mask that concealed their identities, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the spectacle before me. The intricate designs and vibrant colors of the masks added an air of mystery and allure to the already enchanting atmosphere of the ball.