A/N: Something's up. What will happen? Masquerade will be next. I can't wait! Read and Review and most importantly, Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen:
Faces!
A figure exited the building, adjusting the hood on the cloak they wore. Little did anyone know that this figure was Julia Morel in disguise. She checked her pocket and grinned when she felt the cold glass of the bottle that was inside. She pulled it out to glance at the label. Arsenic. If this didn't work, she didn't know what would. She put it back in her pocket and hurried towards the opera house.
"You look so beautiful!" Meg exclaimed as she rushed into Laila's room. Laila put her mask on, the one she had found at the trinket shop, completing her costume. She was going as Black Poison. Besides the mask, she also wore a black choker necklace, a black corset trimmed with thin black lace, and a black mid-calf length skirt. She turned to look at her friend.
"You look amazing. Ames will love your costume!" Meg blushed. She was going as a swan, her dress was white with feathers and sequins, she also had little white wings on her back that matched the mask with its little feathers on the edge. "I knew it! You are in love with him!"
"Shush!" Meg said, covering her friends mouth. "Someone might hear you." Laila's eyes twinkled in amusement. Meg sighed. "You wouldn't understand how it feels." She sank down onto the bed, resting her elbows on her knees.
Laila sat next to her and put her arms around her friend. She whispered in her ear, "I do understand. I'm in love too."
"What? Who?"
"Shh... Someone might hear." She sighed before continuing in a whisper. "I'm in love with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera."
"What?!" Meg exclaimed looking at her in shock. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not. He's been teaching me and I've spent a lot of time with him. I'm hopelessly in love."
"Woah."
"You can say that again." Laila smiled her friend, squeezing her shoulder. "Come on. Let's go."
"I want you to give this to her tonight," Julia said, pouring the small bottle into the glass of punch.
"She won't trust me after what I tried to do to her," Joseph Buquet said crossing his arms. He did not think this plan was going to work. He wanted the girl gone just as bad as Julia but she would never take the punch from him.
"I know. That is why you must apologize to her."
"What?! Apologize to the little angel?" he snarled.
"Calm down," she said putting the now half empty bottle on her dresser. "After you apologize, she will trust you and will accept the punch. She is so naive she will think you are sincere and truly sorry."
"You better be right," he grumbled and picked up the glass.
"Remember, don't give it to her right away. I want to enjoy myself before the scandal." Julia adjusted the feathery halo that rested atop her head to complete her angel costume. She looked the part with her white dress, angel wings, and white mask covered in sequins to match her dress.
She glanced at herself one last time before leaving to join the party.
A/N: Uh oh. What's going to happen? Is the plan going to work? Find out in the next chapter!
(Did anyone else catch the irony of Julia's costume?)