Michael and Anasthasia traveled not too long enough for them to reach the Royal Capital.
With a slight arch of her neck, she witnessed gradual glows and shimmers to the surroundings like a prelude to the night.
Even from afield, she could see the bright flashing lights beaming out of the windows. It added such glamour to the Royal Palace.
Several steps and the dramatic melody—however, muffled and unclear—reached their ears. They looked at each other with their faces lit up.
"Michael, let's go—"
"Don't forget your mask and accessories…"
Her eyes flashed, and then rummaged to her dimension pocket. There she retrieved a feather eye-mask and a tulle-feather fascinator. With an impressive clip, it attached right above her left ear. A simple tap and she shifted side to side for Michael to see.
"Do I look good?"
