WRITER’S POV
"You think you know so much about me yet I know so little about the host of this gathering"
"And what do you want to know?" he chuckled.
" at least, who I’m talking to, your mask take it off " she ordered.
There was about of silence after that, she had turned to Nicolas who had been staring at her with lustful and curious of how brazen ivy was in asking him to take his masks off, gazing even when his hands was on Gareth, he claimed to be his, but ivy knew how to play that game.
"Very well your highness " he called before pulling the mask off, ivy couldn’t help but gasp slightly as she saw the masked mans face to be non other than Thomas, the memories just kept swimming as she looked at his face,
He was one of her perpetrators, the glass of wine she had been
