Dancers swirled around the gold clad ballroom in their elegant masks and gowns, as the pastel pride bun dashed around the edge, who seemed quite out of place in the crowd, with just a large scarf and floating clouds covering their face, rather than a mask, snapping pictures of the guests as they glided around.
Breeze had been hired to the fairy masquerade as a photographer, and they had no intention of ever disappointing a client, especially one as important as Angora. Once...
