The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Twenty-Two

"You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil."
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Both Nat and Natara stared firmly ahead. Natara's eyes were unwavering and Natasha used every ounce of focus she had to make sure hers did the same.

Because the woman next to her was so ridiculously gorgeous it was a conscious effort to keep her eyes off of her.

She pretended not to care that Natara had barely seemed to take her in at all, not even slightly affected by her attire and presentation.

Because if Natasha was being entirely honest, she looked breathtaking and she knew it. But Natara wasn't fazed in the slightest. Nat had even made Solomon blush when he first saw her for God's sake; but Natara couldn't seem to care less.

"Okay," Natara breathed, eyes fixed on the entryway. "Dont talk to anyone and if for any reason you have to, use ASL. You know ASL, right?" Her eyes briefly flickered to the redhead beside her, receiving a nod. She focused on the mansion once more. "Good. We shouldn't be here more than two hours. I'll do everything, all you need to do is be by my side when I show them our tickets. We good?"

Right, she was only here because plus ones were compulsory. "What about Solomon?" Nat asked, eyes searching for the man who was somewhere near them, hiding in the shadows.

"He'll sort himself out." Natara took a deep breath. Her nerves were at a breaking point and every part of her screamed to run. No, he was done having any control over her. Done.

And so she took a breath and surprised even herself when she reached out and intertwined her fingers with the hand beside hers. Only for a moment. She gave Nat's hand a single squeeze before letting go and moving forward.

Natasha moved a few seconds later, almost stumbling for a second.

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It was... beautiful. Exquisite. Millions must've been spent to make tonight possible.

Natasha was glad to see other masked faces, worried her and Natara would be the only ones and that it would draw attention to them. But the assassin had been right, people had gone all out. Every single one of them. And she knew she fit in perfectly.

Nat didn't want to know how much everything that she had on tonight had cost. Natara had bought the dress, a beautiful green that she'd never seen before in a store. The gown made her red hair practically burn and even she had been surprised by how much it flattered her features and her body. She wondered how long it had taken Natara to find it.

The blonde beside her was another story entirely, in an attractive red velvet suit that suited her in every way imaginable. She looked slim and agile... and extremely sexy. Natasha refused to look for too long, she needed to focus.

Natara pushed her shoulders back and looked around subtlety. "Let's get something to drink," She murmered and didn't wait for Natasha's answer before walking towards one of the waiters. Her hands shot out in a single smooth movement, grabbing two glasses as the man walked past, and handing one to Natasha-- only after she'd deemed them safe to drink.

Natasha scanned their surroundings for any threats before focusing on the blonde hair in front of her, braided beautifully.

The two stood together, unnoticeable in the large and colorful crowd. It looked like something from the 18th century, the Regency period. Everything and everyone screamed wealth and elegance. "What now?" Nat asked carefully, eyes glancing at the people who passed them.