Chapter 46 Beneath The Masks

• The mayor’s charity auction was a circus of false smiles and hollow laughter. The ballroom glittered with chandeliers and champagne flutes, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive lies.
• I stood near the back, clutching a tray of hors d'oeuvres and trying to blend in with the catering staff.
• My uniform itched, and the heels I’d borrowed from Mabel pinched my feet, but I didn’t dare complain. Not when I was this close.