Mriia

Fennley tucked the invitation next to the cash register and served the last few customers. Patiently waiting and chatting with them as they finished there drinks and shopping. Once they were finished and out of the shop he closed and locked the door with one of his summoned hands. Such a useful little trick his Uncle had taught him. Now he took a moment to reread the invitation. “I’ll need a mask… and I suppose something nice to wear. He's not bothered to go in the previous years. But well… now he had friends. Or at least people e would like to see. And the thought of them dressed up and all fancy with masks on…