Deadly Demons And How To Overcome Them.

Part Two

The week had passed at an excruciatingly slow pase, Nova should've left Russia. She knew that. But she still had some unfinished business remaining in the country. Nothing had with Nat to do, of course not. She could at least told herself that. Strictly. Even if it was Natalia who had been the one to hire Nova, her expertise in the field was in favor of Natalia's father, a man she had not met. Yet.

That was about to change later that evening, she had gotten the most fancy invitation she had seen in her entire life. The formality of it put Nova on edge. It had been signed by only the last name that also belonged to Nat so she had a strong feeling it was from her father. But there was still a probability that it was his daughter. After Natalia and Nova's encounter at the art gallery that she wanted to attempt to go back to just their professional relationship. That thought saddened Nova as she had grown to like the friendship between her and the few years older woman.

In the present moment Nova was seated on top of her table, examining a box that had gotten delivered to her only an hour after the invite. The assassin was suspicious of the content inside it, which was the reason she had yet to open it. There was a big risk that it was sent to her for harming intentions, Nova wasn't exactly a good person.

After maybe ten minutes of suspicious staring, she reached out and took the note attached to the lidded box. She opened up the more old-school looking folded paper. Her eyes skimmed the text written neatly in Russian cursive, even for someone who spoke and read the language as fluently as Nova, it was a difficult task and took her longer than she would've wanted to admit to get through it.

'I truly would like for us to move past the incident and remain friends, therefore by my request you were invited to the party. Here's something to wear. I look forward to seeing you there. ~Natalia'

Her heart made an uncomfortable clapping in her chest, Nova felt... touched. "Damn it" the English curse word slipped her tongue naturally as she moved to with a gently pull loosened the lace ribbon to be able to remove the lid.

It revealed a beautiful red fabric and Nova almost felt afraid to touch it, but she did. The silk material felt as if it would turn into water and slip through her fingers just as easily as she gripped it. Carefully the brunette took it out of the box, letting it unfold itself before her. It was an ankle long, form fitting, spaghetti strapped dress. It easily took the leading spot for the most beautiful piece of clothing she now owned.

Nova stared at the dress, thinking about her options. She didn't want to grow an attachment to Natalia but she did feel like she needed someone that was undoubtedly on her side, maybe even someone she could trust. The last thought convinced her and she got ready to leave, her ride would await her by the sidewalk outside her apartment in two hours time.

The car came to a stop and Nova was almost too busy staring at the building to notice, the artistic part of her that appreciated architecture came out and she noticed how she compared it with the White House. A place she had never personally been to but she had a vividly engraved memory of it from the history books they had read in school.

Soon enough Nova was out of the car, thanking the chauffeur for his job and then walking alone towards the entrance. She had no space in her dress to store any kind of weapons so she had settled on her most fancy looking purse where she fit her keys and a gun.

When inside she was struck with a new wave of awe, looking around at the party filled with people from the most upper class societies that could be found. The thought that no one would be able to tell that she wasn't even close to being one of them just by the look of her passed her mind. Her hair, makeup, clothes, shoes and jewelry prevented any suspicion towards her status. That made her wonder how many else in that room was faking it.