Chapter 207

Cecilia's pov I slowed my steps, caught in an internal tug-of-war--should I get involved in whatever scheme was unfolding... or just mind my business and walk away? While I hesitated, a woman in a champagne-colored gown bustled out from a side room, her face practically melting with anticipation as she zeroed in on the Real VIP. The smile stretched across her face was so forced, it looked like it hurt to maintain. The pair exchanged pleasantries as they drifted toward what looked like a small side room lined with masks--just steps away from the ballroom entrance. The Real VIP's gaze flicked past her companion and landed on me. Her brows lifted slightly, curiosity sparking. "And you are--" "Oh! She's one of our guests," the woman in the champagne gown said quickly, cutting in with a laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just arrived, I believe." Trapped under both their gazes, I sighed inwardly. So much for staying out of it. I stepped forward with practiced ease, wearing my most soc