Delia's eyes flickered down to her empty mask, an odd little smile on her face. She knew she looked lovely in the moment, with her dress and old silver tiara and earrings and oh, just everything. So lovely, so precious, so pretty and wonderful and delicate...

Beauty and ugliness were two sides of the same coin; with both, one only saw the surface. Inside, Delia was just as ugly everyone else around her. Superficial, her lovely form floating above her empty soul. The squire in front of her still had the silver mask on, as protection, no doubt. Delia had removed hers for the same reason, to protect herself.

Somewhere inside her, Delia wondered if she saw herself in the mirror with that plain, black mask on if she would see someone home.

Unlikely.

"You read me so well?" The girl asked at last, her light voice almost...bland as she gazed at Alanna once more. No, not gazed; stared.