53. Veils

[Carys]

I chose a simple black dress that corresponded with the dress code of the gala.

Men were to wear formal attires that had balanced air of both sophistication and sensuality. Masquerades dewed with morbidness and mystery. Attendees were encouraged to be creative with their looks as long as it held onto the decency of intellectual eroticism.

Women were expected to maintain the same vibe of eliteness and fantasy. But not blurring the lines’ appropriateness. They were to wear elegant long dresses in colors black, burgundy or dark green and face veils from nose and below. They could get creative with their jewelry, hairstyle and heels.

Gloves were compulsory for all.

“How are we supposed to go to an unlocated location?” I asked, looking at the invitation card on my phone.

“Just let the right time come. You’ll know how these events work in Xafran,” Kian said.

“Have you been to this gala before?”

“Not this gala, but I have been to several others for business,” he said, and I s