#Chapter 91: The Man Behind the Mask

Audrey & Third Person Audrey’s POV “So it was you…” The man in the midnight blue mask remained silent, crouching just feet away from me. This was no stranger; this was Edwin. Edwin was the one who had kissed me at the masquerade. And Edwin was the one who had saved my life. Slowly, I picked up my skirt and walked toward him. As I approached, I could see the smallest droplet of red at the corner of his mouth—blood, but not his. The attacker’s. With trembling hands, I reached out and gently removed his mask. I was met with those high cheekbones, that aquiline nose that I had come to know so well. He didn’t flinch away as I revealed his face. It was definitely him, although he looked different with colored contacts and a clean-shaven face. But I felt like a fool for not realizing it sooner. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I had never seen his face without stubble before—the smooth contours of his cheeks, the sharp line of his jaw. Without thin