As Mallory stepped into the corridor, an unnameable thrill coursed through the air, quickening her pulse with every breath. With one hand gracefully lifting the front of her gown, she made her way towards the ballroom, where laughter and merriment echoed.
Along her path, she paused to admire the flickering candles nestled within carved pumpkins, each face expressing its own quirky personality. In the corners, skeletal figures lounged in exaggerated poses, draped against the railings. Dark red and black roses adorned her route, their intoxicating fragrance mingling in the air—a sweet scent that filled the hall.