OneMaskFitsAll

New York City, Givenchy Penthouse. Wednesday, 3:30 PM. As the young pop star started to lift up her newly gifted mask, given to her by the new artistic director of the Givenchy brand, the wooden mask started to soften and all of a sudden it savagely jumped on her face; finally being able to acquire a new host after many years of laying dormant. As Ariana continued sit on her wooden stool, the edges of the mask started to morph into rubbery tendrils as it started to grab hold of her smooth face. A cloud of green smoke started to engulf the lady as the mask's magic leaked out; ready to be absorbed by its new wearer. The mask methodically stretched itself over the front of her face by extending across her forehead and cheeks through her hair on its way towards the back of her head. Ariana pleaded with James for help but he just slumped back onto his couch and folded his arms; letting the process continue. She tried to rip the mask off her face by using her manicured nails to claw away

New York City, Fashion District. Wednesday, 3 PM. A non-descriptive black limo pulled up to the curb of a skyrise that stood in the middle of New York City's Fashion district. A doormen hurried to the passenger door and opened it allowing a red heel to step out of the darkness of the vehicle. Ariana Grande stepped out of the limo wearing a pair of ruby strapped-heels with sheer nylons over her slim legs and a black and white stripped overcoat that covered her torso. Her iconically long ponytail flowed through the cool Fall breeze over her bare non-tattoo'ed neck as she was approached by the head doorman of the building. "Mrs. Grande I presume," the head doorman asked. She nodded. "Right this way, Mr. Givenchy is waiting for you in his study." He said as he led the late-20s pop star into the building. Ariana was preparing herself all week for this meeting. When she first got word that the Givenchy brand wanted to her to be their star model she took the next available red-eye from Los