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“Oh. I’m Sonia—” I throw my hand over my mouth. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
The woman turns around, throwing her head back with laughter. Her lilac dress floats around her like she’s some fairy princess. “It’s okay, it’s just the two of us. And Glenda.”
Glenda holds a paper towel out to the woman.
She takes it and wipes her hands. “I’m Bridget.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smile at her.
“You as well.” Instead of wafting toward the door in her beautiful gown, she comes over and takes a seat beside meon the big, round ottoman, holding up her mask. “It can be so stifling out there in these, huh?”
I nod. “I didn’t even realize how sweaty my face was until I sat down.”
“Mm…” Bridget eyes my mask. “You got a nice one.”
“What’s yours?”
She holds up her mask, showing off a green and brown mask with sticks jutting off of it. “I think it’s a dryad…”
“Okay, that’s it. I’m totally lost. What is the theme supposed to be?!”
Bridget laughs. “Hans Christian Andersen fairytales, but it turns out there area lotof them and most are just plain weird.” Bridget drops her mask into her lap.
I can tell she comes from money, not just by the quality of her clothes, but by that action alone.
I wouldn’t dare drop this mask for fear I might ruin it.
For her, this is just another year, another masquerade ball.
Although, if all goes my way, this is my first of many to come.
“Anyway, I saw you getting cozy on the dance floor.” Bridget smirks.
My face gets hot again, this time without the mask. “Oh, god. I didn’t realize I was sticking out so much.”
“Well, you look like an angel out there amidst all the black and gray. Hard to miss you.”
Fucking great.
She pats my hand. “Don’t look so sour, it’s a compliment.”
“Thanks.” I smile. “Your dress is nice too.”
Bridget shrugs. “Eh, it’s a bit out of season.”
“Right.” I try not to portray howhumorous I find her passé attitude. If I had dresses like that in my closet, I’d feel like a queen.
“Anyway, who did you come with?”
I look at Glenda who is minding her beeswax in the corner and then back at Bridget. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Oooh! I love secrets.” She claps her hands and leans in, her full focus on me.
With all the confidentiality of a CIA agent, I whisper, “I’m actually the new operations manager.”
Bridget grabs my arm as if we’ve been friends for years. “No wonder you stick out! You’re new here!”
“Yeah, exactly.”
