Receiving Seraphine’s wedding invitation left me with two main thoughts.

The first was—did she really need to combine a masquerade ball with her wedding?

The masquerade ball from Seraphine’s birthday ten years ago had, in reality, been a masquerade in name only. While everyone had worn masks because Seraphine requested it, most people still recognized each other and carried on conversations.

Ethan and I had been the only ones unfamiliar with the guests, so we ended up just mingling aimlessly. But for everyone else, recognizing people based on their hair, voice, or body shape had been the norm. Even Seraphine herself hadn’t bothered hiding her appearance as she openly moved around chatting with others.

I could understand if the idea was to make common-born nobles like Natalina Thomas or other acquaintances feel less out of place, but that didn’t fully explain the reasoning.

“Apparently, this time they’re actually distributing magically-enhanced masks to everyone. The masks will alter not only appearances but also voices. Plus, they’re assigning individual dressing rooms, so no one can identify each other.”

“…Hmm, that’s pretty elaborate.”

“It’s only natural. Even grouping familiar people together could be a giveaway. For example, if the two of you were clinging to each other like lovesick newlyweds during the ball, it’d be obvious right away that you’re the Blackwood heir and his wife.”

It seemed unlikely we’d give ourselves away that easily.

Then again, Karaham and Liria would be instantly recognizable if they stuck together. No amount of voice alteration could hide their sheer volume.@@novelbin@@

Still, if the goal was to create a genuine sense of equality and celebration beyond social ranks, then it made sense. It felt like Seraphine was truly determined to make this event different from the last one.

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