Mask

Farewell

I smiled at the prince. "I am afraid your mother cares not for me. I feel that I am a speck in her eye."

He laughed and waved his hands, as if expelling the words I just spoke. "Do not concern yourself. She is always like that."

"Do not worry, I have paid no mind."

He stood starting at me for a moment. "You do realize you are quiet strange? I have never met anyone like you."

I shrugged. "This is who I am."

He smiled. "May I escort you to your coach my lady?"

I laughed. "To be quiet honest, I am famished. "

The prince motioned to a servant not far off. "Bring us an extravagant plate. Two would suffice."

They bowed and scurried off. I was growing nervous, wondering how I was going eat comfortably in front of another person. I'm used to eating alone or in an area I know people won't notice me. It was hard to imagine how I was going to keep myself clean. I hope they don't bring back anything messy. 

The prince walked me back to the bistro table. He moved the chair out for me as I sat down. When he sat down across from me, the servant came out from the doors and presented a variety of food. It wasn't what I thought he was going to bring. There were some grapes and sandwiches and cake. There was also some sort of grey paste that didn't look appealing. Thankfully I didn't have to worry about my mask getting too dirty. Though I might not be able to enjoy the cake. 

We ate in silence. I wasn't sure if it was because we didn't know what to say to one another. I was okay with it. Gave me time to enjoy the food though I really wish I could eat the cake. It looked delicious. I couldn't tell what flavor it was by the color. It was purple with white icing and a red rose on top. I put my fork down and stared at it. 

"Why not eat it?"

I looked up and shook my head. "Thank you but I am content."

He eyed me before grabbing my plate. "Then I'll enjoy it. Can't let it go to waste."

I was feeling jealous. Thankfully my mask concealed the irritation. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat something like that for a while, unless I make it on my own or somehow find a way to get rid of the mask. That would be the quicker option but if only mother would tell me how. I've come up with some theories as to why she hasn't said anything. Maybe she doesn't know how and put it on me in spite because of the passing of my father. Maybe she blames me for his sudden death since it seemed he always made sure to make me happy. Or maybe it was because she really thought I was ugly but it wouldn't make sense as to why she was trying to marry me off. There were other theories too but they seemed unlikely. 

While I was thinking, the prince got up and walked toward me. I noticed his presence and got up as he pulled the chair away. He angled his arm for me to take it. I gladly did so. We walked toward the front entrance, surprised no one was around. Where were the guards? Did they retire for the night or were they inside making sure the guests were safe? Maybe there were some hiding in the shadows somewhere. 

"Shall I call forth your carriage?"

I looked up at him and nodded. "That would be greatly appreciated."

We stopped near the road. The prince whistled and out of nowhere, a man wearing red came forth. Yaro gave orders to find my driver and in less than 10 minutes, the carriage arrived. We stood there, motionless as time ticked on by. I never felt so happy to enjoy the quiet with someone else. It felt, enjoyable.   

He opened the door for me and helped me up the steps. I turned toward him, about to say my farewell when he didn't let go of my hand. I looked into his eyes as they stared into mine. I could tell he wanted to say something and was desperately finding the courage to do so. 

"I know this might sound forward of me but, may I take off your mask?"

I was confused. "May I ask why?"

He gently pulled me closer to him. "So that I may kiss you?"

My face felt hot. Was I blushing? I put my other hand on his, cursing the gift my mother gave me. If only I could do as he complied but at the same time, I was thankful for it. I didn't wish to seem easy, since we've only just met. 

"To be honest, I cannot. I am terribly sorry."

He looked determined. "Then how am I supposed to find you? Will I see you again?"

I didn't understand why he wanted to. "You have my name, my prince. Thank you so much for a memorable evening."

The prince let go of my hand as I went up the steps. I closed the door behind me and felt the carriage slowly move away from the estate. I looked through the small window and watched as he stayed where he was. I think he noticed that I looked because he began to wave at me. I smiled and waved back. We continued this until I couldn't see him anymore. 

I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. This was the most fun I've ever had at a party and knew nothing else could compare to it.