Chapter 149 You Got the Wrong Person

The Celestia Charity Ball was held a few days later. Cressida and Yvonne each held a glass of champagne in their hands, waiting in a dark, secluded corner. Yvonne's palms were sweating. She was wearing a silver-colored butterfly mask over her eyes, complaining quietly within Cressida's earshot, "I'm so nervous I'm about to throw up. This is not a place for humans." Cressida was wearing a plain white mask over just the top half of her face, leaving the bottom half bare and exposing her pale lips and skin. She swirled the liquid in her glass and said nothing. This wasn't a banquet hall, after all. It was hunting grounds. She searched for her target amongst the crowd and finally fixed her gaze on someone—Tristan Leigh. He wasn't wearing a mask, so it was too easy to spot him among the crowd of guests. He wasn't standing too far away from her, and he also held a wine glass in his hand while listening to the person talking next to him. That person was a woman in a shocking red floor-l