Ava's POV
The mirror reflected a version of myself I barely recognized, a version of myself that looked bold and beautiful, that even I myself was mesmerized. My dark emerald gown shimmered under the glowy light of my room, hugging my frame before cascading in waves to the floor. It was a good thing I’d lost most of my pregnancy fat even without having to do rigorous exercise due to my C-section wound. A black mask with silvery designs covered the upper half of my face, the material cold on my skin. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the mask once more, inhaling deeply to calm my nerves.
Tonight was supposed to be a night of elegance, a chance to blend into the crowd and enjoy a rare moment of leisure. The prestigious company I worked for held an annual masquerade gala, an event
