"You're eavesdropping?"

"You're not either?"

"Your fiancé is out there living it up. Have you never thought about getting back at him?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

The man wearing a silver half-face mask lowered his head, speaking to her lazily, his thin lips curling into a smile, like a mesmerizing fox.

"Your fiancé is coming."

She was bewitched, closing the distance between them. She heard ...