"Undercover Love"

Chapter 5: Dancing with the devil

I got out of the plane to arrive in London, I know they told me Los Angeles but apparently that was in case some spies were coming to us. Arrived in the city I went to the loft they reserved us and unpacked. Mia and I didn't spoke a lot since last night, I sat on the couch and tried to start a conversation but in vain. Maybe she was mad at me or mad at something I don't know but I had to ask. 

"Hey so how are you?" I asked nicely.

"Um What?" she answered turning around. "Oh I'm fine. Uh you?" she stuttered. 

"I'm okay, so what uh...I mean you're not talking much since last night." I said anxious of her answer. 

"Yeah it's uh about last night...I came by but you um...You didn't saw me but you were um...breathing heavily, crying and out of breath...I wanted to come to you but you woke up and started talking and saying something...What...what was your nightmare...I mean..." she tried to explain.

"My nightmare was about my brother's death and it's true I didn't saw you. But why did this bother you to talk?" I said confused. 

"Well I never saw you like that it shocked me and I don't know...I knew something about you that you probably don't want anyone to know so..." she stated while moving around. 

"Okay well...It is unfortunate that you know that but let's ignore it. You wanna go see our "closet"?" I asked to change the subject. 

She agreed. We opened it, in it were guns, knives, any sort of "practical" bombs, gadgets, hills, make up, jewelry, suits and dresses. 

"I feel like I'm not gonna return what I'm borrowing" Mia said excitingly. 

I saw a little piece of paper on the door of the closet and read out loud:

This is not to borrow, this is to take.     

I hope you two will look magnificent in it

Good luck,

-Mr. Battiato, your humble fashion  servant

Mia and I looked at each other before screaming. We were so happy to be able to keep all this. 

"Mr. Battiato is the best stylist ever, Iove him!" Mia exclaimed.

"The best in the game" I said weirdly for an unsure reason. 

We started talking about our lives a little but not the serious things like "how did you get in the agency" or that sort of things, no we were talking about musics we listened to, Netflix favorites, art and celebrities. It had been a while since I didn't had that kind of talk with someone. We started getting ready I putted a bit of make up on and chose a black dress and some black hills to not get noticed too much, I placed silver rings on my fingers, silver hoops on my ears and a necklace. I placed a knife in my thigh holster along with a gun. All of the dresses were of course bullet proof so I would not be killed at first shot. I was ready to go and so was Mia, she wore a white dress and golden jewelry. We took a limo to make it to the event. It was in a big "palace". The doors were huge, we slept in being greeted by the warm chandeliers lights. Everyone was well dressed and talking about money. Piano was playing everywhere. Once past the guards we entered the reception room. There was a stair with started at the two ends of the room to meet a gigantic interior balcony from where you could see the hall. In this hall were tables and further a space to dance along the piano, people were dancing the waltz graciously as if they were all dancers. It  was a magnificent show to watch but I needed to focus on the mission. I saw Tristan looking at me from the balcony.