Chapter 113 - Hundred And Thirteen
The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the chandelier, its fine design casting dancing shadows on the walls. A man, dressed in a formal attire, stood before the full-length mirror, his gaze fixed on his reflection. His face was partially obscured by a black masquerade mask, its detailed design adding an air of mystery.
"How do I look?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
"Very good, my lord," another voice replied, his voice low and respectful.
The man adjusted his tailcoat, smoothing out the creases. "How is Count Edmund fairing?"
"Still devastated, my lord. The duke really helped us in this situation, his intervention made your plans easier." the servant replied.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed the man’s face. "Keep an eye on him. I will tell you when to implement his demise."
The servant nodded, his expression impassive. "As you wish, my lord."
The man turned back to the mirror, his gaze lingering on the mask. "It’s time to make an appearance. Been long I went to a social gathering. The last one being the Carleton ball."
"Yes, my lord," the servant replied.
The man paused, his hand hovering over the mask. "Are you sure the duchess will attend?"
The servant hesitated for a moment before replying. "Yes, she will, my lord. I believe she’s going there to find Baron Carew concerning her mother."