◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆
~ Anne McGiver ~
My heart started racing, pulse thudding between my legs.
“What is it?” Mia asked, trying to peek over my shoulder.
I showed her the mask and the invitation, my hands trembling slightly.
“It’s probably from a desperate fan”
I was still looking at it, already imagining the fun things I could do there.
“You’re not going to go, are you?” she asked carefully.
I should have said no. I didn’t know who sent this. I didn’t know what kind of party this was. It could be anything — a prank, something dangerous, a setup by paparazzi.
But as I held the mask up to the light, watching the crystals shimmer, something clicked in my memory.
A masked party was one of my fantasies. One of my s****l fantasies with Mr. Romans written in my book of forbidden desires.
