The Masquerade was in full swing. Hundreds of people entered the former Royal ballroom, and all dressed in various dresses and suits befitting the most gorgeous of parties. A large chandelier decorated with diamonds swung from the ceiling. The floors were shiny enough to reflect every single light above them.

Between the sounds of heels clicking on the marble and the whispers of awes between partners, it was like a crowd of angels had descended upon the hall—wings on the back ...