“Don't worry about me.” She gave Colette a peck on the cheek and reached for the silver mask on the dressing table. A filigree band of crystalline gemstones trimmed the outer edge of the silk mask. Their prisms winked in the candlelight. It was a flirty mask that was meant to be worn by a lady in a ballroom. Not by a servant girl on a secret mission.
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