The Great Masked Ball

Last weekend I became a (self-appointed) Queen.

I had snuck away to a secret location hidden in the depths of an achingly-trendy-could-have-been-in-Shoreditch-but-wasn`t kind of place.

And, as with all good things, it started with drinks with a view. Feeling somewhat out of place in a shimmering ball gown, but accepting the situation with dignity, and grace.

And slamming some nibbles, as it is very hungry business getting into that get up to go to a great ball. 
Then, it was time to enter the ballroom.

We were received by some rather odd swan-like waiters, who all acted somewhat like a goose. The food and cocktails here were...sub par. So we won`t dwell there.
And what happened next was a magical performance strictly a secret.

So I`ll keep that one to myself.

The whole night at the Great Masked Ball was a bit of a blur after that, to be honest.
We all disappeared into the haze of the balmy night.