Snow White and Seven and the Dwarves [Daragon]

Chapter 6

The moon is like the phantom of the sky. People can only appreciate its presence at night, and only a few could see its true power because everybody sleeps at night. But Dara admires how the moon was fine with that, doing its job without a single reaction or whine.

She looked through the vanity mirror in front of her to know the time. It was just six fifty-five. Five more minutes until the masquerade party starts. Five more minutes to think of a plan to save the company.

Sandara pulled her skirt up, and strapped a garter around her thigh. She made sure it was tight, but still her blood can still properly flow and slid a sheathed knife to the garter. It was one of the techniques her father taught her, to be armed and ready.

She pulled down her skirt and opened one of the drawers, where her mask was hidden. It was her mother's mask when she used to visit masquerade parties or balls back then when she was still alive, and Bom found it in the boxes in the attic so she could use it to the party. Sandara smiled at the mask, and wore it on. She felt like the Phantom in the Phantom of the Opera or Masquerade.

There was a light knock on the door, and Sandara quickly stood up, whispering a soft "Fighting!" to herself. She did a quick twirl, looking at herself one more time and walked towards the door, twisting the knob. Bom was waiting on the other side, wearing her maid uniform and as soon as Dara opened the door, she said, "It's about to start."

Bom whistled and commented, "You look sexy in a ball gown. It's just a waste your stepmother chose a black and white motif. Pink would've looked better on you."

Sandara closed the door, and quickly asked, "Did you eavesdrop? Did the investors talk about drug dealings?"

They start to walk down the flight of stairs. Bom holds Sandara's arm and answers, "Some of the investors that signed when your father was still the CEO only talked about food dealings allover the world and they seemed to be clueless about the drug dealings. But I heard the other investors that signed when your stepmother was the CEO, and her colleagues talk about drug dealings at Gangnam, Samcheong-dong, Namnam-dong and other parts of South Korea."

"Any particular target?" Sandara asked and stopped walking before they reach the end of the stairs. Bom scanned the crowd before them, and then pointed at a man wearing a black beaded mask at the far corner of the room, talking to Sandara's stepmother.

"Your stepmother has been talking to him quite often lately. He must've been that very important to the company or whatever. I pick him as a target." Bom said, and took her grip off Sandara's arm. Before she finally flew off, she whispered, "Good luck."

Sandara gulped, and looked down to her feet, suddenly feeling shy all of a sudden. Ever since she was five, Bom was the only person she had been friends with, that's why she's socially awkward. Without Bom, Sandara felt useless and shy. And to add to her misery, she felt shy with her shoulders, because they were bare.

She took a very deep breath, and released it with a collective sigh. The air was full of chatter and socialization, a kind she wasn't used to. It's going to be hard, to be one of them. But Sandara knew it was now or never. Spending twenty years locked up shall now be ended, today.

Sandara clutches the sides of her ball gown and lifted it one inch up, so that she could walk properly and with ease. She started to walk, but only stopped by her mother's voice echoing around the room with the use of the microphone. Everyone stopped in their businesses as soon as her stepmother said the word, "Attention.". Sandara was trapped in the middle of the room, and she felt like her stepmother was staring at her. It was a ridiculous thought, but it felt really real because her stepmother's eyes were focused on the people where she belongs.