OPEN to Maskenball attendees!
She hadn’t done this in a minute. Probably for the better, because Helena had almost forgotten how much she really didn’t enjoy this kind of thing. Laughing pretty and talking up big egos had never been something she enjoyed, but it was easy enough, as far as missions went. If everything went well, all she’d have to show for the gossip she was funneling out of increasingly champagne-drunk attendants would be sore feet.Â
Unlike last time. Last time had been...Â
A long time ago. Helena plucked a glass of wine from a passing waiter with a sparkling smile, gold mask glowing against her hair and dress. That smile didn’t waver when she felt a pair of eyes on her; rather, it widened. “Yes?”Â



















