A night of normalcy was all Ila wanted. A night where her familiarity to her husband was not a constant weight hanging heavy above her. And so, that’s what Idris wanted to gift her. Living out that dangerous fantasy presents itself as an invitation to a masquerade ball, and Ila slips her father her plus-one invite under two conditions.
The first: the moment they don the masks, they are strangers. Without name, identity, or blood between them.