What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 16

my chest, waist, and hips. The neckline was low and formed a sloping curve to expose an acceptable amount of cleavage. There was another low cut on the back which showed of my slim back.

I added a simple back shawl to compliment the dress, as well as to shelter me from the cool spring breeze.

Impressed with what I had so far, I went back to the bathroom to arrange my make-up. I opted to use a bit of mascara and a smoky eye shadow to allow my dark eyes to pop out. I also applied a clear lip-gloss to my naturally plump lips.

For my hair style, I booked an appointment with the hair stylist earlier that day to put in soft, elegant curls.

I slightly felt like I over-exaggerated my appearance. The whole thing was probably the most dramatic make-over I have ever done since my High School prom.

I shrugged half-heartedly as I walked towards my door. I braced one hand against the wall as I slowly put on a pair of black heels.

Lying on the desk nearby was the mask I picked out for my outfit. It was simple and black, yet it was also covered in some diamond dust that sparkled in the light.

I put it on, and adjusted it over my nose. I looked back at my reflection, and gasped audibly. I hardly recognized the woman in the mirror.

A dark-haired beauty shrouded in mystery looked back at me. I smiled, and I felt my breath abandon me as the woman in the mirror smiled back. Her perfectly white teeth shimmered like pearls.

I looked away, and double checked that my shawl was wrapped securely around my slim shoulders before I went out the door.

Once outside, I was pleased to discover that the shawl protected me from the cool breeze as I stood outside my apartment building, waiting for the taxi I had booked hours prior.

Minutes later, the typical sight of a yellow cab pulled up in front of me.

I stepped inside, and instructed the driver of my destination. I leaned into my seat, and allowed myself to relax for a bit.

The musical event was taking place at the New York Grand Theatre. I've never been there before, but I could imagine just how spectacular it would be.

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I arrived at my destination half an hour later.

I paid the driver, and stepped out into the brightly lit entrance. I was in awe as I stared at all of the art that was portrayed. Obviously, the owner of the building spared no expense in decorating the place.

All around me were people in elegant clothing, each of them were wore a unique mask to hide their identities.

For a moment, I felt like I was a fair maiden attending her first ball. Now all I need is a Prince Charming, I thought in amusement.

A butler in traditional uniform approached me with champagne. I took one just for the hell of it. I needed to fit in after all.

As I carried my glass, I continued to walk around, and silently admired the decorations.

Clearly distracted, I bumped into someone, which caused me to drop my barely touched champagne.

I nearly fell over as well if it wasn't for the person holding onto my waist to keep me balanced.

Flustered, I immediately regained my posture, and apologized. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking."

The person chuckled. I looked up, and couldn't help but allow my jaw to drop slightly. Handsome couldn't even be used to describe him properly; he was drop dead gorgeous.

I snapped my mouth shut, and reprimanded myself internally.

I was about to politely walk away when the man placed a firm hold on my arm. "It's no problem, Miss?" He trailed off in a rich voice.

"Moore." I answered breathlessly.

His smile made my heart accelerate. "Would you like to dance?"

Chapter 12: I Know You from another Place

The request came as a surprise to me, but it also left me a bit tense. I was never a good dancer, yet the gorgeous man was asking me to do so with him in front of other people.

Normally I wouldn't have given a damn, however, the people in attendance were of a sophisticated class. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the elites of society.

After a careful debate with my inner conscious, I decided to risk it.

I took the man's still waiting hand, and allowed him to guide me to the area that made up the dance floor. Great, he led us right to the middle.

As if on cue, the dozen musicians began their symphony of notes. I recognized the tune as Waltz 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich. I remembered being obsessed with the song when I was a child. I would have danced with the air as I pretended that it was my partner that only I could see or feel.

My current partner was very real, and to be honest quite attractive.

Even under the mask, I could tell that the man had strong, masculine features. His silver mask gave him the appearance of a royal knight. Now where's his mighty steed? I thought humorously.

He led the dance gracefully, and surprisingly I managed to follow along with no incident. I subdivided the off beats in my head as I calculatingly placed my feet at the intended spots at the right time. The man even spun me, and dipped me low.

Just as quickly, I was pulled back up, and my face was right up to the masked man's.

We continued to dance as he spoke. "What is your plan for your assignment, Agent Moore?"

I gave him a look of confusion. "How did you know?"

He gave a breath-taking smile. "I'm a Seeker agent myself: a Tracker. I'm after the same man as you are, and I believe that we can help each