*Memories*

"Marco?" She asked, her brows drawing together as she recognized him.

Marco took off his mask, still smiling. But something about put her off. And that was surprising, considering his smile had once been one of the things that had drawn her to him.

She was about to ask what he was doing here when she realized, of course, he must have gotten an invite. He was here with Alecia. That made sense. And honestly, she wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

He leaned back into the sofa, ...