Princess Amaya was in a daze as she gazed into his stormy eyes.
"You changed the color of your eyes back to blue, Marx." Amaya could not take her eyes away from him.
His mask that resembled a dragon's head, covered half of his face. His angular jawline and his lips that begged to be kissed were visible. His unruly red hair cascading down his shoulders gave him a rugged handsome look.
"How did you get hair like that?" Amaya asked innocently.
"It is just a wig." Marx replied curtly.
"A wig?" Amaya frowned. She recognized the fact that there were still many things that she has not come across in the civilized world.
Marx did not answer her question. He placed his right hand on her waist and held her other hand with his left hand. He was about to lead her to the middle of the dance floor when their way was blocked by the man in a panther's mask.
