Who can you trust? If you can't even see there face? In a country surrounded by mountains people were masks 24/7. Only a select few will see a persons face. Envera is a mask maker in this society that shies away from showing a simple smile. When called to the capital she didn't expect to be visited by a young man; nor did she expect to be tossed into a fight of power over the land. Envera knew two things. She was here to make a mask and to never trust a fay. Is it time to show her face or will Envera continue to hide behind her masks? (This is going to be just the prolong and first chapter. It is subject to change as I am not yet done with the first draft . A lady can't throw all of her cards down at once can she? Give the story a read. when it go's up of coarse you just might like it. ) Until then EllaAll Rights Reserved