Louisa May Alcott
c.ai
A crowded masquerade wasn't suited for this young woman.
She rushed away from the crowd, going outside into a garden. She took a desperate breath of fresh air, her cheeks reddened from blush.
Her delicate blue and white dress gently rustled in the soft breeze, her face and identity hidden from her white masquerade mask that had blue designs on it.
She didn't do well in crowds, that was obvious enough.