He led her to a spacious room filled with clothing and jewelry. There they were greeted by a female attendant. “Welcome to the costume room,” she said cheerfully. “Please try on whatever you like.”
She had never seen such a rich variety of apparel. Clothes of every color, style, and material lined the aisles. Then there was the jewelry section, with the finest Tiffany’s creations displayed on velvet mats beneath glass casing. A dizzying selection of shoes adorned the wall. And beside them, a rack of vintage masks.
The stranger took a seat and watched in amusement as she tried on outfit after outfit, asking his opinion on each. Before long, the dressing room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. At last, her eyes fell upon the perfect dress. It was blush pink, made of the softest silk her hands had ever felt. A Tiffany’s pearl necklace made for an eye-catching melange.
The dressing room door swung open. Out stepped an angelic figure; a slice of Heaven in high heels.
She floated on air towards him. After making a full turn, her hands fell to her hips.
“So, what do you think?” she inquired.
He leaned forward to get a better look. “I think it looks great on you,” he said.
“Really?” she purred, biting her lip just a little. “Now it’s your turn.”
He quickly picked out a black tuxedo with a white tie and a pink corsage. It matched her outfit.
Finally, they each chose a mask. He chose a wolf; hers was a fox. Their costumes were now complete.
“Shall we proceed to the foyer?” he asked, extending his hand. She slid her fingers across his palm. They waved goodbye to the attendant, and off they went.