Will you be my window?

by Caatmikmak

Victoria and don Alejandro came up with the idea of organizing a masquerade ball in the pueblo, thinking it would be fun. Many villagers were enthusiastic about the idea, while others were less so. However, this festivity could have some unexpected twists no one anticipated.

9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Victoria stood rooted to the spot, her emotions ranging from disbelief to sheer relief as she witnessed the unmasking of the captive Zorro. For a fleeting moment, her heart had been gripped by dread, fearing that de Soto had finally succeeded in capturing the real Zorro. However, as she beheld the bedraggled figure before her, it became evident that it was not the masked hero she had come to know.

In the past hour, Victoria had found herself fending off a parade of imposter Zorros, each assuming that donning a black mask entitled them to her affection. The audacity of their assumptions filled her with disgust, leaving her questioning the integrity of those who thought so little of her. Like she would really throw herself in the arms of any man as long as he wore a black mask.

To her surprise and disappointment, even don Diego had chosen to masquerade as Zorro. She had expected more originality from him than a mere pirate costume. Did he to harbour hopes of persuading her with a stolen kiss? She hoped so... NOT! The very thought revolted her, Victoria hastily corrected her initial reaction.

Of course, she didn't hope he had dressed as her lover to try and kiss her. Considering their close friendship, she fervently didn't want Diego to hold such intentions.

Don Alejandro's earlier assertions resonated in her mind. It made perfect sense that don Diego, the last person anyone would suspect of being Zorro, would dress as the masked hero amidst the sea of imposters. However, her heart sank as she realized the extent of don Diego's injuries. He appeared on the verge of losing consciousness, barely remaining upright with the assistance of the two lancers. Concern for don Diego's well-being overwhelmed her, as she recognized the gravity of his condition.

Victoria watched intently as don Diego was carefully carried towards the church, the tavern deemed unfit for accommodating his weakened state. Ascending the tavern stairs would be an arduous task, if not impossible. The church offered a more practical solution. With a sense of urgency, Victoria hurried into the tavern, calling out to her helpers, urging them to fetch clean sheets and prepare a large pan of boiling water. The doctor would undoubtedly require such supplies for tending to don Diego's injuries.

As the preparations were set in motion, Victoria's mind buzzed with concern, her thoughts consumed by her friend's welfare, asking herself why she couldn't seem to stop shaking.

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