She pulled the mask off her face, walking quickly as she could away from the crowd as she took a turn towards the next corridor.
The displeased look in Alexander's eyes and the way his lips were pressed together in thin line had made her nervous. She shook her head as though the thoughts would leave her mind but it didn't.
The words he had exchanged with her didn't seem like he was interested in her but then why did Lord Nicholas kiss her?!
Not far, she saw Sylvia who stood talking to a man who had a rope around his neck with a noose like he was preparing to commit suicide. He had a bulky physique and a gruff appearance. Sylvia's arm was painted to show an open wound, showing muscles and blood.
"Katie, how is the ball?" Sylvia asked holding the mask in her hand and not bothering to wear it.
"It's going well. Everyone is enjoying the music and dancing to it in the dark floor," she replied.
