Distant laughter, a string quartet playing a Viennese waltz, water lapping against stone.
(To himself) “So much for intel.”
A church bell begins to toll in the distance. Eleven forty-five. dangerously yours masquerade script
Alex waits. A single torch flickers. At 11:44, Serafina descends the slippery steps. She’s removed her mask. Her face is pale, beautiful, haunted. Distant laughter, a string quartet playing a Viennese
A woman in a black velvet domino mask and a gown the color of dried blood approaches. . She carries a single white rose. dangerously yours masquerade script
Her eyes change. The softness hardens.