Chapter 33

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Third-Person POV:

Recap

"There is a charity ball held every month to sell them. It is in London and Maxim will be there this year."

An extravagant room is buzzing with the chatter of people clad in suits and gowns along with soft music playing in the background. A young masked couple is blended among others perfectly in the masquerade ball. They had a glass of champagne in their hand just like others around them, talking with an elder couple. 

"I know, my fiance is the same," the woman says while shaking her hand and chucking lightly,

A rough hand grabs her waist gently and pulls her close to his body, "And you still love me, darling," she looks at the hand with a silver ring on his ring finger identical to her own as she intertwines their hands.

"That I do," the woman says with a wide smile on her face as she looks into the man's eyes through her mask to which he responds with his dimpled smile, 

"Such a cute couple you are," the elderly woman says with a fake smile, 

The couple breaks out of their trance as the young woman just shyly look away while the man looks at her with soft eyes.

"If you will excuse us," the man excuses himself and led her fiance to the center for a dance. They position their hands and try to synchronize with each other. The man leans down and whispers to her, "I swear to god Andrea if you step on my foot again, I am going to punch you in your boobs," 

She just smiles widely at him, "You are moving too fast asshole, not my fault," 

"It's Nikolas, darling, is it that hard for you to call me by my name?" he cocked his head looking down at her. She just rolls her eyes at him as she feels a pinch on her waist. She looks up to glare at him only to find him looking up in the other direction. He spins her and changes the position subtly causing her to see a man with blonde hair and honey eyes and the resemblance was obvious to the observant. 

"He is not even wearing contact lenses and has the same hair color," Nikolas says in a hushed voice,

"He does not need it here. The thing which Roman was talking about changes the way one's face looks. It is just like extra skin layer and it all looks natural so he has nothing to fear about when outside if he wears his shades,"

"To avoid eye recognition?" Andrea nods at that,

They exit the dancing area and get seated. The clatter settles down as the blonde man gets on the stage and grabs the mic.  

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming here and taking the initiative to donate to the charity fund for the children in our orphanage. I am your host, Maxim,..."

Nikolas scoffs quietly as he clenches his fist and jaw in anger. He feels soft fingers caress his fist which he unclenches immediately and mumbles, "Sorry, but I just want to fucking kill this μπάσταρδος for doing something so vile, especially in my territory," his Greek accent surfacing in the angered tone.

(bastard)

Andrea observes his face and just looks ahead and says, "Don't break the character. His people are keeping a close eye on each guest because no in the hell way would have they been able to continue this without being caught till now without it. Are you ready?" he just nods obediently.

Andrea goes to grab her purse but her hands touch a glass placed on the table causing the drink to spill on Nikolas. She quickly grabs the tissues placed on the table and tries to wipe away the stain. "It's fine darling," as he stands up and goes to the washroom. 

When he exits the washroom, he suddenly bumps into a figure who drops his phone. He looks up to find Maxim staring at him with a kind face masking his irritation. Nikolas picks up the phone dropped earlier and hands it over to Maxim after apologizing. 

He finds Andrea playing with her rings. "I think we should get going now," he says by giving her a hand which she takes gladly. When they are outside, Nikolas sees someone who he is picking up his fallen mask and when he stands, he sees a familiar face. 

He looks back at Andrea who was already looking at that person with a black stare. He is about to speak but notices goosebumps on her skin. He takes his blazer off and puts it around her shoulder which drowns her small frame. She looks at him with a questioning look.

"I do not want to drag your body in case you get hypothermia," guiding her to their car with a hand on her back

"It is not even that cold-" as she is about to remove it but she is unable to when Nikolas picks her up and pushes her in the car like a sack of potatoes for which Andrea introduces her colorful vocabulary. When she glares at him through the window, he just gulps and mutters to himself, "Fucking  scary bitch," with a small shake of the head. 

He goes onto the other side and starts the car ignoring the eyes drilling holes at him. He just picks up his phone and texts someone. Andrea rolls her eyes and sits back comfortably while asking, "So, was the plan successful?"

"Yes, the tracking sheet is inserted on his phone," 

"Did he notice anything?"

"No, thankfully the sheet was so thin and transparent that it was not noticeable,"

"What about the waiter who spilled the champagne on him?"

"Someone mugged him and then killed him," he says while shrugging his hand as they finally reach his house. As they enter, he loosens the knot of his tie while she removes the blazer and puts it on a table. As soon as they sit down on the sofa, door bell rings. They both look at each other as Andrea just raises an eyebrow to which Nikolas says, "I thought you might be hungry because we did not eat anything at the party so I ordered a pizza when we were in the car,"

She stands up and takes the two pizza boxes from outside as they both get seated and start eating. Nikolas keeps glancing at her as she just keeps stuffing her pizza in her mouth. 

After 2 slices, she finally says, "Just spit it out," looking directly into his stormy grey eyes,

"So are we going to ignore the fact that we both saw someone familiar today?"

"You are talking about the traitor,"

"You were sure about the traitor already and today was just a confirmation for you, wasn't it?" he says not breaking the eye contact as he sees her lips twitch in a small smirk.

"Quite observant, Mr. Hawthorne,"

"That is why you are working with me because no one can be trusted and that is why you told me not to say a word about it to anyone. We can't be sure if there are more,"

"My presence is having an effect on your intelligence," she says with arrogance dripping from her disposition.

He says after a few seconds "So does anybody else know about...,"

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ISN'T IT FUNNY HOW

 DAY BY DAY 

NOTHING CHANGES BUT 

WHEN YOU LOOK BACK 

EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT.

(Andrea's Dress)

(So, what do you think about this chapter? Who do you think is the traitor?)

(Check out the asthetics in which I have added Nikolas too)


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