Angelica’s POV:
The party can be described in a single word...lavish.
There aren’t only musicians or an orchestra but the whole shadoodle of people singing and dancing. Men and women were dressed in colorful kimonos, frolicking around the stage. My eyes narrow, attempting to see their white-painted faces.
Drew pinches my waist, warning me to gather my composure; to not forget our primary mission. “I will meet you in the front in an hour. Do not leave the room by yourself under any circumstances.”
Of course, I understand the danger of a woman lingering around by herself, so I gave him a firm nod.
“You still have it, right?”
With much discomfort, I shift my right leg, feeling the holster strapping against my thighs. Drew forced me to take it earlier and told me to use it if I
