Catching His Bird

The Worthsmith Party

Liam

June 30th, 7:00 PM

A month had passed since our ill-fated trip to Target, and yet, the tension between Evelyn and me had only grown more palpable with each passing day. Tonight, however, we had a different kind of mission ahead of us – infiltrating a business party under the guise of a couple.

As I stood in the dimly lit hallway of Evelyn's safehouse, waiting for her to finish getting ready, impatience gnawed at the edges of my composure. She was taking longer than usual, and every passing second only served to fuel the simmering frustration that bubbled just beneath the surface.

"For god's sake, Evelyn, we're going to be late," I muttered under my breath, unable to contain the irritation in my tone.

But despite my best efforts to maintain a facade of professionalism, I couldn't shake the underlying sense of unease that lingered in the air. Tonight's mission was fraught with danger, and the last thing we needed was to draw attention to ourselves with unnecessary delays.

Just as I was about to knock on the door and demand she hurry up, it swung open, revealing Evelyn standing on the threshold, her dress clinging to her curves in all the right places. Despite my annoyance, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration at the sight.

"Just give me a minute," she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration as she smoothed down the fabric of her dress. Her braids in a half up half down claw clip style that compliments the dress perfectly.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, knowing that any further delay would only serve to worsen the situation. With a curt nod, I gestured for her to lead the way, falling into step behind her as we made our way to the waiting car.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, the weight of our mission settled heavily on my shoulders. Tonight, we weren't just attending a party – we were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, one that could have dire consequences if we weren't careful.

But as I slipped my hand into Evelyn's, a jolt of electricity shot through me, sparking a flicker of something I couldn't quite name. Despite our differences, there was an undeniable chemistry between us, a connection that seemed to transcend our mutual animosity.

As we made our way to the car, I braced myself for the challenges that lay ahead.

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The Worthsmiths' party loomed before us like a fortress, its grandeur and opulence a stark reminder of the world we were about to enter. As we approached the lavish estate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping into my bones. Tonight, we were walking into the lion's den.

Evelyn's hand was warm in mine, her grip tight with nerves that mirrored my own. Despite our mutual disdain for each other, there was an unspoken understanding between us as we prepared to face the dangers that awaited us inside.

As we stepped into the Worthsmiths' party, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the murmur of polite conversation. Evelyn's hand tightened around mine, her grip firm with a hint of nervousness.

"This place gives me the creeps, Liam," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the chatter of the crowd.

I gave her a reassuring squeeze, my gaze sweeping over the room with a practiced eye. "Just stay close, Evelyn. We'll navigate this together."

Her skeptical glance spoke volumes, her eyes scanning the room warily. "Easy for you to say. You've probably been to a hundred of these things."

I offered a tight-lipped smile, the memories of similar gatherings flashing through my mind. "You'd be surprised. But trust me, I've got your back."