Chapter 32

Anna's POV

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the city, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate mask that concealed my features. The anticipation coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Tonight, Victor and I were invited to a masquerade ball, an event shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of a secret society.

Dressed in an elegant gown that hugged my curves and cascaded in layers of midnight blue silk, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The air crackled with a palpable energy as Victor approached, his eyes widening with awe at the sight before him.

"Anna," he breathed, his voice tinged with admiration. "You look absolutely stunning."

A blush crept onto my cheeks as I turned to face him, the anticipation written in my eyes. "And you, Victor, are the epitome of debonair in your tailored suit. We're ready for an adventure tonight."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Indeed we a