Dave’s POVThe laughter, the lights, the noise it all blurred.The mask party had gone from wild to dizzying, and I could barely tell if I was drunk or if the champagne had been spiked. My head spun, but one thing was clear I couldn’t find Rachel.Betty appeared beside me, dressed in black silk, her mask glittering under the dim chandeliers.She smiled the kind of smile that always meant trouble. “You look tense, Dave,” she said, brushing a hand across my chest.“I’m fine,” I muttered, my voice thick from the drink. “Just… looking for Rachel.”She laughed, low and slow. “Rachel is fine. Relax, have a drink with me.”I tried to pull away, but she caught my tie, tugging me closer until I could feel her breath on my face.Something felt off too close, too intimate.“Betty…” I warned.She didn’t stop. Her hand slid to my jaw as she leaned in. Her lips almost touched mine and something inside me snapped awake.I pushed her hard, stumbling back. “You don’t smell like Rachel,” I said, voic
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