Chapter 87

It was a fleeting glance, but it was enough for Gavin to be sure that the woman below was Giselle. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter, searing his skin. The pain snapped him back to reality, and he quickly put the cigarette out. Gavin put on his mask and quickly headed downstairs. By the time he reached downstairs, the two figures were already gone. Gavin frowned, searching for that familiar silhouette, but to no avail. However, that glimpse kept haunting his mind. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. That woman had to be Giselle. What the hell was Giselle doing here at a masquerade ball in the middle of the night with another man? Was she really testing his boundaries? The thought made his jaw tighten, and he gritted his teeth relentlessly. Then, his phone rang. It was a call from Chantelle. Her voice came gently through the receiver. "Where are you? I just finished speaking to Ms. Greer. When I went to look for you, you were