The anticipated Night Market had arrived. When we arrived at the entrance on a carriage, Sally and I put on our masks.
The masks were lighter than the ones we had during the ball. They were made of laces and other light materials.
We flew from one stall to another. Paper birds that sang in their paper cages. Artworks that talked to passerby. Paper flowers that never withered but forever fragrant...
We entered a magical yet beautiful world.
When we were waiting for our snacks, we encountered the girl who I met in the masquerade ball.
"What a coincidence," she exclaimed.
"Are you waiting for your friend again?" I asked. She was alone again like that time at the ball.
"I am waiting for my lady," she replied politely with a smile.
If she was a servant, then her lady must be very rich. She was wearing a silk dress and pearls were used as decoration in her hair. A pearl necklace hung on her neck. Sally must have realized that as well.
