Gordon's Choice
Her mask slipped, briefly revealing her true face.
I blinked, and the mask was back in place. Only a tantalising, but illegal, glance.
Get to know the person, not the face. The anticipation, dread, and excitement of not knowing what your life partner looks like – until the reveal at the end of the ceremony. It had been this way for centuries.
We danced, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company. But I couldn’t shake that glimpse. I felt special, cheated, guilty, elated. Terrified. Could I live with that face?
Furtively, I flashed my own; it seemed only fair.
She walked away.
I blinked, and the mask was back in place. Only a tantalising, but illegal, glance.
Get to know the person, not the face. The anticipation, dread, and excitement of not knowing what your life partner looks like – until the reveal at the end of the ceremony. It had been this way for centuries.
We danced, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company. But I couldn’t shake that glimpse. I felt special, cheated, guilty, elated. Terrified. Could I live with that face?
Furtively, I flashed my own; it seemed only fair.
She walked away.
