"I brought along a dance piece written by my husband. I was supposed to share it with everyone here. What a pity."
Kierra apologized sincerely.
After the chaos, the host had forgotten the mysterious gift for the winner.
The guests were still in a panic after the masquerade.
"Well, distinguished guests, rest for a while. We'll let you know when to ring the bell of twelve o'clock."
The host looked at his watch. There was one hour to twelve. No one might have the mood to appreciate any show.
Everyone agreed. Some of them went back to their rooms, while others stood on the deck to breathe fresh air.
Daisy was supported by the waiter and returned to her room.
As soon as she entered, she knocked over all the makeup on the dressing table.
"Enough! Stop messing around."
Mrs. Cart massage
