Chapter 85 Anonymity Makes Everyone Bold

• On the night of the Second Ball, Charlotte helped me add the finishing touches to my costume.
• My sheer butterfly wings hung close to my shoulders, not extending too far, just enough to show. My hair was up and mostly hidden under a sea of brightly colored flowers. My mask covered most of my face, leaving only my mouth and chin exposed.
• Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I doubted anyone else would either. Despite what he said, I even had my doubts about Nicholas.