"Quinn!" Emery yelled as she burst into the room. Emery was a short little person, but what she lacked in height she gained in personality. She was a funny little thing, with a very short temper, and happened to be Quinn's best friend. Probably because she was the only who could put up with Emery, or calm short temper. Quinn was lying on her bed scrolling through her phone, and looked up at Emery from where she was sitting. "What is it?" She asked sitting upright in her bed. Emery waved a envelope in front of her face. "Guess!" Emery said. Quinn, tired of Emery's games, snatched the envelope from her hands and opened it up. "Hey!" Emery said, but she sat down next to her. Quinn read the letter. It read, "You are cordially invited to the Winston Manor for the end of the year party."
She put the letter down in her lap. "Who even writes letters anymore?" Quinn said. Winston Manor, yes that sounded familiar. "Em, where is Winston Manor?" Emery shrugged. "Isn't it that old house at the end of the city, the really big one?" She said, picking up the invitation. "Oh look Quinn! It's a masquerade party! Wouldn't you love to go?" Said Emery smiling. Yes, Quinn was a collector of old things. Antiques mostly, newer things not so much. More specifically antique masks, which she absolutely adored.
Most thought it weird a high school senior collecting antique masks, but she thought them beautiful. "Well, are you going or not?" Emery asked her impatiently tugging at her arm. Quinn sighed. "I don't know Em." Emery groaned. "Oh come on! There are probably a lot of people to match!" That got Quinn's attention. As a matchmaker an opportunity should always be taken. Plus, she did have the perfect mask that she just couldn't wait to wear. "Ok, fine! But only because you asked me too." She said. Emery pumped her fists in the air. "Yes! Thank you!" Emery said, pulling Quinn off the bed. Quinn groaned. "Where are we going now?" Emery grinned. "Shopping of course!"
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