Rue’s POV

I fastened a thin silk ribbon of mask around my head, adjusting it until it fit perfectly over my face. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—her hair pinned up in soft curls, her dress a pale silver that shimmered when I moved, her lips tinted coral.

For once, I looked like someone else.

“Perfect!” Bella clapped her hands. “You look mysterious and dangerously hot. The kind of woman men would kill to unmask.”

I smiled faintly, lifting my brow. “And ...