Chapter 39

AMBER

Harper Davis's scrutinizing gaze lingers on me, her eyes traversing my gown with a calculated curiosity. Every fiber of my being clenches against the urge to lash out, to reveal the storm of emotions that churn beneath my carefully composed exterior. But I must remain steadfast, strategic – playing the role of an admirer, a devotee to her grandeur.

I return her gaze with an innocent smile, my eyes concealed behind the elegant masquerade mask. I’m glad Sebastian handed me a masquerade mask, which I totally forgot when we got here. And I wanted to thank the theme of the party. So, I won’t have to show my full face. I want suspense. I don’t want Harper to see my full face yet.

"Oh, I'm your avid fan, Mrs. Davis! I've heard stories about you, and I must say you're my idol," I declare, my voice carefully modulated to exude admiration.

For a moment, Harper's guard drops, her demeanor softening as flattery wraps around her like a warm embrace. "Hmm, really?" she responds, a hint of sa