Masquerade Dreams

Vance

I sit in my office, the plans for the party shifting from a regular holiday gathering to a masquerade. The change feels refreshing, and much to my surprise, I find myself smiling as I work.

The party is this weekend, which is only a few days away; I feel bad making it on such short notice, but I know that people will come. And besides, I’m more concerned about Stella being able to make it—n