Chapter Forty Nine

What a boring party. Agatha thinks to herself after half an hour of roaming around at the party and not finding anything that is of interest to her. while she notices Soralina mingling around with people, laughing and joking with a stiff Lucian by her side all the time, Agatha only keeps sighing, finishing one champagne glass after another.

Here she thought she would meet new people, talk to new people and find out more about the inner circle of the Cross Sword, the men behind all the power along with Gustav. However, all her plans looks like they are going down the drain, courtesy to Gustav and the show he created on their entrance.

And now, every time a guest would notice Agatha, they would turn away as quickly as possible as if not wanting to socialize with a girl that is considered clumsy in the world of the crime lords.

Finishing her fourth glass of champagne, Agatha slams it down on a tray, staring around her frustratingly. “Just what the fuck am I doing here?”

“That depends on