Masquerade

The grand evening had finally arrived, and the venue was transformed into a realm of enchantment. The ballroom glittered with a thousand lights, casting an ethereal glow that highlighted the opulence of the surroundings. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, refracting light and scattering it in a dazzling display.

Guests began to arrive, each clad in elaborate gowns and tuxedos that spoke of luxury and sophistication. Their faces were elegantly concealed behind an array of intricately designed masks, adding an air of mystique to the event. The red carpet entrance exuded an aura of prestige, leading the way to the heart of the festivities.

Thompson, dressed in a tailored black suit that exuded authority, stood at the entrance, a charismatic smile gracing his lips. As each guest arrived, he extended a welcoming hand and greeted them with a warm, resonant voice. "Welcome, welcome," he said, his tone inviting and charming. "We are thrilled to have you here tonight."

The guests enter