It wasnt before Madeline found herself standing by the entrance of the dinning hall, the doors were opened and she walked in slowly,her feet still sore from wearing heels yesterday.
Alvise was seated at the table looking all glorious and professional in a grey suit, he seemed all set for work......
Work.....
Perhaps shooting people was all a normal in the job. She couldn't help but think bitterly about the whole thing.
He turned to face her on hearing the sound of her footsteps, unlike him she looked spent and weary, a sharp contrast to how she had looked at the soiree last night.
"Madeline". He said. "Come have a seats".
He had regained his calm, his facade was back in place, as though nothing at all was wrong, as though she hadn't seen him shoot someone like a life meant nothing.
