The soft chattering of people and gentle music filled the air as the party unfolded downstairs, warm lights casting a golden hue over the elegantly dressed guests and clinking glasses.
The guests enjoyed the pleasant and luxurious atmosphere of the party, unaware of the uproar that was about to unfold.
Isabella stood on the second floor, leaning against the railing as she watched the people below, each guest adorned in masks that concealed their faces.
Isabella's eyes swept around the area, searching for the person, the main reason she was here. Her own face was adorned with a mask that matched her long, midnight-blue, glittering tulle corset floral dress, her eyes beneath it glinting darkly with dangerous intent.
Isabella was at a masquerade-themed party. She was at Angela's birthday party. And the only reason she had come here was to give her the surprise she had prepared especially for her.
