Over the years, Conrad had concocted many schemes in order to get closer to Victoria. Some of them were terrible but most of them were just pathetic attempts to get something, anything from his wife. He considered any scheme worthy if it resulted in a kind word, a kiss or an embrace with her. Lately he was so desperate to be near her that if she so much as high fived him he was sure to explode.
Of course, Victoria wasn't one to high five. And she had barely spoken to Conrad, let alone glanced his way in weeks. She was busy planning their annual masquerade watched her floating around the Manor, directing people to exactly what she wanted. She was so confident that he couldn't help but feel proud that she had picked him to marry. He listened to that deep, silky voice demanding perfection. He knew this party was her favorite. The mystery and excitement of not knowing who you were with. And that's when he got an idea. If it was excitement and mystery she wanted, he was going to give it to her.
He was slightly ashamed of how much work he put into this. It wasn't as simple as Charlotte forcing Victoria to watch scary movies so she'd want company at night. This was different. He scoured talent agents until he found a man who resembled himself. Henry had similar blue eyes, a similar jawline and hair almost as dark as Victoria's. That was the secret, looking similar but not too similar. Just enough to keep her guessing.
Next, he pulled out all the stops to create wigs that looked exactly like both of their heads. He needed them to be able to switch back and forth easily. This way, Conrad could speak to Victoria before putting the wig on so she wouldn't suspect anything.
It was the perfect plan. He knew all the things his wife liked. If she didn't realize it was him, maybe she'd actually let him close to her.
The masquerade was starting to be his favorite function, too.