Rebecca remained silent, and Karim finally spoke.
“Yulian, is your fiancée incapable of speech? And what’s with that suffocating mask she’s wearing? Are you hiding her identity even from me now?”
As Karim strode boldly toward Rebecca, Yulian stepped in front of him.
Behind the black mask that covered Yulian’s eyes, his dark gaze curved into sharp crescents.
“Karim, I’m sorry. As I said earlier, there are circumstances. I’ll explain everything soon, so please stop glaring.”
At that moment the bell signaling the start of the dancing rang out.
Yulian addressed Karim, who was still grinding his teeth.
“It looks like the first dance is about to begin. You should find yourself a partner quickly. Then if you’ll excuse us.”
With a small nod, Yulian took Rebecca’s hand and led her toward the center of the ballroom where the dancing would commence.
Karim, face crumpled in frustration, downed the wine…
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