I'm a bit behind on working on Bookends. So here's a drabble on the prompt of MASK
Length: 100 words
“Are you alright, Buffy?”
It was the Scarlet Pimpernel that spoke to her, though the voice clearly belonged to Giles.
The orchestra had stopped playing in disbelief. Two hundred and fifty horrified guests looked on as she lay sprawling on the floor amidst the wreckage of the sweetmeats table; her Madame de Pompadour costume torn at the sleeve, and skirt hooped up embarrassingly high. At least the matching golden eye mask had stayed in place. Buffy considered the body of the demon she had just decapitated in a vicious knife fight.
She frowned. “How did you know it was me?”