“Oh, it’s a flyer for a party she’s holding for Rosemary’s new book.”
“Really? There’s going to be a party?”
“Yep. A masquerade.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, everyone wears a mask.”
“Like Halloween masks?”
“No,” Sarah laughed. “You remember that picture I took with Auntie Aubrey at Mardi Gras and we were wearing masks?”
“Ah-huh,” Zoe nodded. The picture sat on the mantel back home.
“Masks like that.”
“Oh!” Zoe suddenly became even more excited.
The masks were fancy covering only half their faces and were decorated in purple, green and gold sequins, feathers and lined with beads. In fact Sarah still had her mask prominently displayed on the wall near the picture. Zoe sometimes asked to wear it.
“Do I get to wear a mask too?”
“Of course. We’ll go shopping so you can pick out a specia
