Chapter 4
Three month later
Sophia
I let my eyes wander around the room. So far I hadn’t been able to identify my ex. I was confident that I could recognize him despite the mask. The more important question was: would somebody recognize me? Not only did I wear a mask, I also wore a blond wig. Alex and Marco didn’t like the idea that I was here. But they had accepted my argument; that I would better be able to recognize Peter. I had had to promise them that I would let them take care of Peter. If possible, they would kidnap my ex from here so we could talk to him more privately, but if needed, they'd kill him right here on the Masquerade Ball. A waiter came over with a tray and I grabbed a glass of champagne. With the glass in my hand, I made my way through the guests, my eyes wandering
