12
Fiore
I’m out of the car like a shot, practically kicking the doors of the Balconnet down. The doors close behind us, and Monster and I are ensconced in a dark little room. I can hear the faint throb of music coming from beyond the doors before us.
A party rages within, it seems.
I seethe silently as we’re handed masks by a footman. Of course, I should mostly be mad at myself for what happened in the car.
I slipped and forgot my place, lulled by a false sense of growing emotion. But just because I feel something for Monster, doesn’t mean he has to feel anything at all for me. I forgot that for a while, but no longer.
Monster doesn’t say anything as we both slip on the plain silver masks. The footman opens the door before us, and we look out into the foggy dimness. Monster puts his
