The evening was going well. The guests were flooding into Brighton house, and for such short notice, they seemed to have pulled off everything perfectly. The music was enchanting, the ballroom was decorated splendidly, and the guests were -so far- on their best behavior.
“Quite delectable, don’t you think?” Jordon whispered into his ear. They were standing side by side, relishing the fact that no one had been able to catch their ruse. Their tuxedos were identical, and their masks were exactly the same. But everyone seemed more interested in themselves than anything else, particularly the snack table at the far end of the ballroom, where a small crowd had gathered.
“Don’t jinx it,” Jason replied. “Might as well wait to see what the evening brings.”
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