Watching everyone arrive was kind of fascinating to her, as the different displays of color and the like enticed her. Despite being bored with the people themselves, the lavish displays of wealth in regards to the fabrics and such that they chose was beautiful. Anyone who was anyone could see that, whether they liked being immersed in the culture, or not.<br/><br/>From her perch, she tried to figure out who was who, but it was a nearly impossible task. Some, she recognized solely for their build, one such case being their taxer. Quite the lazy man, his girth was about four of her put together. Hard to miss. His mask barely covering one-fourth of his face due to the excess chub filling out his cheeks and chin. Otherwise, everyone was a blur to her, albeit a brightly colored blur in expensive fabrics, but a blur nonetheless. Hands smoothing over her<a class="postlink" href="https://lh4.ggpht.com/-L7e8v4KLRJk/SvouvLu1hdI/AAAAAAAAABs/TFboLbO4GSY/s0/love_story_02-x600.jpg">dress</a>, she moved from the window, having caught someone looking up at her, noting the time and figuring she'd have to make her appearance soon.<br/><br/>A sigh loosed over her soft lips, she picked up her<a class="postlink" href="http://www.justposhmasks.com/uploads/products/white_metal_masquerade_masks_STAR31.jpg">mask</a>and slipped it on her face, her blonde curls piled and braided around her face, while the rest fell down her back. With each movement, the curls bounced and swayed behind her, one curl having managed to end up in front of her shoulder, and her dress flowed around her feet, almost slow motion due to the chiffon's nature. Her movements, graceful, only added to the affect, making it appear she were merely floating over the earth's surface rather than walking on it.<br/><br/>Stopping at the top of the stairs for a moment, a grand staircase that led into the dance hall where the party was being held, her eyes moved from person to person, trying to find where her father was. Though, thankful she didn't see him, she let out another sigh and started her descent down the stairs, timing her steps to the rhythm of the music, hand sliding down the banister to keep herself steady. Not looking at anyone in particular, Alessia inwardly grimaced as the first man of the evening came up to talk to her.<br/><br/>It was a simple process. Smile, pretend to be enthused in the conversation, excuse yourself, and get approached by another. All the while, a single thought continued traipsing through her mind:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">...Is it over yet?</span>