82. REVELATION OF TRUTH

CALLAN AND I were fetched by a limousine right across the street from the motel we were renting out.

“We’ve arrived, signor e signora,” announced the driver.

I grabbed my small purse. Callan quickly got out of the vehicle and opened the door for me.

I gave him a sweet smile. From the ones of anyone who would look at us, we were a couple who was madly in love with each other.

I wasn’t even kidding. If anyone would see us, all dressed up, they would think that we were just a normal couple heading up for a formal party tonight. We were already wearing our masks. Underneath the flowy long ends of my gown, a small sharp knife was hidden underneath my stockings.

We agreed not to carry guns just yet and planned to steal two guns from armed men that we saw once we finally got inside the masquerade party’s venue.

And looking at Callan in his black well-fitted tuxedo, I couldn’t help but feel awed.

“You look beautiful like the evening,” Callan whispered as he tucked a small strand of