The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

outside with today’s guard as I shut the front door and
locked it.
“Men don’t wear masks?” I asked.
“We do.” He took a mask out of his pocket and put it over
his eyes for me to see.
“You look good.”
“Thanks. So do you.” He eyed me up and down. “I see you
decided to wear the wig.”
“It’s a bit uncomfortable.” I patted the top of my head.
“But I think it’ll stay. Are you ready to go or do you have to
wait for him?”
“We can go ahead. I’m o duty, remember?” He smiled,
o
ering me his arm.
I gladly linked my arm through it, grateful that I had
someone to keep me from falling. I didn’t wear heels often
and even though these were comfortable, I wasn’t used to
walking on small pebbles with them.
“Do they just have outfits for every theme readily
available?” I asked as we walked.
“Pretty much. There’s this one. There’s a seventeenhundreds
theme where everyone looks like King Louis and
Marie Antoinette. That’s my personal favorite.” He paused,
pursing his lips. “I’m sure there are more.”
I filed away the seventeen-hundreds theme. It would be a
good one for the Versailles event.
“Any excuse to have a party,” I said.
“Or any excuse to liven the party up,” Pierre responded.
“He gets bored with all of this.”
“So why do it?”
“That’s a question you’d have to ask him. If you dare.”
“I dare, but I don’t care. It won’t make a di erence in my
life.”
We arrived at the villa and stood on the porch for a couple
of minutes as we set our masks in place.