Chapter 29 A Masked Affair Ch3

• The night air was thick with perfume and sweat, the scent of secrets clinging to her skin like silk. She waited by the gates, her heart pounding in rhythm with the carriages thundering past. The masquerade still pulsed behind her in the manor, a palace of shadows and decadence. But she wasn’t ready to go home. Not yet.
• Because he was waiting.
• He hadn’t said a word—just pressed a card into her palm before vanishing again. Carriage. South courtyard. Midnight.