It's Not lying if You Dont Know the Truth

The dress sat in front of her upon the bed. It was a brilliant dress, deep crimson fabric that flowed in waves of silk. It was Queen Victoria style, long and modest at the bottom, with a cleavage enhancing top. The thread was a golden yellow, like the color of sunflowers late into the season, and attached to the side was a belt made of tassles. On the ground next to the bed was a pair of matching crimson heels and a purse made in the same color as the belt.

How she wanted to wear the dress. How she longed so to put it on a become another woman for the night. She would change complealty.Yet she still had 3 hours until the party, and it was quite obvious that the dress would be hard enough to wear, why stay in it any longer then necessary.

Across town, he was having a rather different problem.The sign on the door to the only costume shop in town read 'CLOSED FOR SUMMER, see you in September' and he was running out of time.As a last resort he climbed the steps to the attic in search of an antique his gandparents may have left behind.He was more then surprised however when he actually found one.It was made of black material. The pants were sme type of old fashioned leather that would cling tightly to his legs. The top was a black button down and the cape was made of dark silk that tied around one's neck.There was also a black.........

Mask, the finishing touch to her perfect false identity.It was cream white, with real dimonds that lay on the cat eyed pointed edges. Everything was perfect.