It's been four days since Nicholas and I kissed, so now we're officially dating—he's my boyfriend! Hehehe, I can't help but smile whenever I think about it.
Anyway, I was sitting in my office when someone knocked on the door. "Hey, Ms. Blare," Mr. Evander said as he walked in.
"Hi, sir. What's going on?" I asked.
"Tomorrow, the Ren family is hosting a masquerade ball," he replied.
"And?" I prompted, curious.
"I got us tickets. You're going to be Mrs. Clark, and I'll be Mr. Clark. They're both British, so make sure to talk in a British accent,Plus they're Mr.clark is 31 and Mrs.clark is 29 plus we both look familiar to them" he explained.
"Sir, why are we going exactly?" I asked, still trying to piece it together.
"They're announcing something, but I'm not sure what," he said.
"Are we only going for that?" I questioned.
"No, we'll also be finding out who the heir is," he added.
"That's cooler," I said, but he gave me a glare.
"Sorry," I quickly apologized.
"Anyway, make sure you wear a mask and dress up in something fancy," he instructed before leaving.
A masquerade ball? Sounds so cool—I'm really looking forward to it!
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October 28, 2023 **Saturday**
Today's the day of the masquerade ball, and I'm pretty excited. It's been a while since I've had a mission, and it's my first masquerade ever. Yesterday, I bought a dress and a mask, and I love my outfit. It's the first mission I'm actually happy to go on.
**5 PM** I should start getting ready since Mr. Evander said he'd pick me up at 7 PM. I head to my bedroom and begin to prepare. I fix my hair into a bun with a few loose strands and apply some simple eye makeup with a pinkish lip and gloss. My dress is a bluish-green, paired with silver earrings and a white clutch. My mask is white and silver.
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I glance at myself in the mirror—I look gorgeous. I hope I'm dressed well enough. Just as the clock strikes 7, the doorbell rings. I grab my things and open the door to find Mr. Evander.
"Hello, Mrs. Clark," he says with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Clark," I reply, playing along.
"You look amazing," he compliments.
"Thanks."
We walk to his car and get in. After a 30-minute drive, we arrive at a stunning ballroom. It's massive and beautifully decorated. We put on our masks and step out of the car. I gently hold onto his arm as we make our way inside, handing our invitations to the security at the entrance. The interior is breathtaking—there are so many fancy, rich people, some of them undoubtedly up to no good.
"Black mask—Mr. Ren," Mr. Evander whispers in my ear. I spot him: a tall, muscular, slightly overweight man in his 50s or 60s, engaged in conversation with a group of people.
We continue toward our table, scanning the room.
"There he is—the heir, standing next to his father," Mr. Evander whispers again. I glance at the man in the red mask. He's wearing a suit, his sharp green eyes peeking out from behind the mask. He looks strikingly familiar—it reminds me of Nicholas. He's tall, muscular, with messy brown hair slicked back just enough to look neat but still effortlessly sexy. His sharp jawline and intense eyes draw attention, but as much as he resembles Nicholas, I know Nicholas is more handsome.
Beside him is a woman matching his outfit, dressed in red with a red mask. She's beautiful, looking to be in her mid-20s
