Masquerade Part 8


‘That date would be me.’ A deep, yet strangely familiar voice came from behind Valery.

The countess looked up at him, ‘And who might you be?’

Valery turned in time to hear his reply,’Its the point of a masquerade not to know.’ He smirked. ‘Shall we dance now Valery?’

She eyed the man cautiously. ‘Yes, please.’ She let him lead her to the dance floor.

He was dressed as beautifully as anyone else. His suit was soft silk. His hair combed back. His face, all but hidden under a dazzling blue and black mask.

– writingdilegently



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