Cecilia's pov
I paused, slightly taken aback.
This VIP lady certainly had an interesting way of making conversation--flitting from wistful nostalgia to casual questioning in under five seconds.
She clearly assumed I was some heiress from one of Denver's old-money families.
How very country-club of her.
"Madam," I replied with a playful smile, "isn't the entire point of a masquerade to preserve the mystery? I'm afraid I can't answer that question."
She studied my face more carefully as I spoke, something flickering in her eyes--recognition, maybe? Or suspicion? Hard to tell in this lighting.
"You're absolutely right," she laughed."What was I thinking? That Mrs. Dahlia and her themed parties... always reinventing the wheel. Why turn a perfectly good gala into a masquerade?"
"Exactly,
