She finally finished it. The mask design creation to be worn on this special night. A skull was the perfect choice. A death mask, but not her death. . .Marisa had it all sorted out. While the mask dried she would finish the rest of her costume.
An invitation to the masked ball was the perfect scene for her to complete her revengeful duty to her father. The baron was such a dastardly fellow, an assassination would hardly be surprising to his minions.
The costume donned, the mask at her side, Marisa stepped from the carriage, telling the driver to wait.