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Mikaela Lye was reckless, careless, and lucky to be alive. She knew this because her mother had spent the better half of the previous day screaming it in her face. Not that she really considered the woman who’d birthed her and raised her twin sister to be a true parent. She hadn’t been there when Mikaela was growing up. She’d taken Mik’s sister, Libby, and fled to her family in Canada, leaving the older of the two twins with her father in Italy. Mikaela wouldn’t have had it any other way, Libby was the one true light of innocence she could never bear to see dimmed, but that didn’t mean she had to be any happier with the parent who had left her.
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Besides, she wasn’t stupid enough to be half as irresponsible as she seemed. Every word spoken to her just reminded her how little her mother knew her. How different their worlds were. Because sure, Mikaela took far too many risks where her life was concerned and could never seem to stay under the radar completely, but she knew what she was doing. She knew where she couldn’t afford to take risks and how to keep the attention of people who mattered off of her.
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That was why she had avoided parties at places like Wenfire’s manor for the past four years. To most people they were loud and hard to navigate, but as her eyes cut through the crowd she took in every important detail and knew she shouldn’t be there. Between the music and the shimmering light, there were shadows and silence. Shadows where the important dealings were made. Shadows where people might recognise her for who she used to be. And shadows where it would be so easy to lose her grip on this mundane life she’d chosen.
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But as she navigated the crowd she knew she wouldn’t be identified easily. She’d been out of the scene for years and these mascarades only existed for the sake of anonymity. She had a penchant for finery, especially where the masks of her homeland were concerned, but she’d been sure not to go overboard when selecting her rose gold mask and cream cloak, or the white dress underneath. It was all picked to blend in and to not look like herself. Anyone who knew her well would probably know she’d wear something more extravagant for this sort of thing to intentionally draw attention and stir up some drama, and she typically avoided wearing pink or white. It was too frilly and innocent for her taste. Plus, a blonde wig disguised the one feature that differentiated her from her twin sister. She hated blurring that line, even if it was already dangerously thin, but she knew this was her best shot at entirely blending in.
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She wouldn’t have come at all if it wasn’t important. She may not have stepped into this scene for years, but her time collecting debt had been paid off and she had enough feelers out there to know something important would happen here tonight. Some deal regarding the mafia she’d left behind years ago - not the Ravagers, but the serpents she had grown up with in Italy. If it was true then she had to be prepared to be pulled back into the world she was trying to avoid anyway. She didn’t know exactly who she was looking for, but light, casual steps carried her around the room. With a glass of champagne in her hand and a very slight waver to her walk, she felt she was indistinguishable from the crowd as she unassumingly passed by each of those shadowy conversations, just close enough for her heightened senses to pick up on. But nothing. It was a complete and utter waste of her time.
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Of course, nothing could really be a waste of her time. Not when she’d been drawn somewhere by someone who could have had ill will against her. Especially not when that something that had been used as bait had been so irresistible. Her crimson gaze scanned the dance floor again, taking in posture and gait of each attendant as quickly as she could. At first there was nothing amiss, but then she spotted two people in a corner, talking but glancing away from the conversation a bit too much for their own good. A man leaning against a wall near an exit looking a little too exhausted for his eyes to be so keenly aware. A woman in a familiar dress at the main entrance. Something in the style of their clothing told her what she needed to know. They weren’t local.
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Mikaela scolded herself for being such a fool, then sent a silent prayer to god that the first plan that popped into her head was a good one. She would have to deal with this eventually if her father wanted her to cooperate, but not right now. Right now she felt like the walls were closing in around her and she couldn’t breath. She needed out. So she scouted out the person in the crowd around her that seemed the most careless and tapped on his shoulder, hoping whoever it was would play along. ”Would it be totally inappropriate if I asked you to dance with me?” she asked, forcing her voice to be light and airy without a trace of its usual Italian accent.
Mikaela Lye was reckless, careless, and lucky to be alive. She knew this because her mother had spent the better half of the previous day screaming it in her face. Not that she really considered the woman who’d birthed her and raised her twin sister to be a true parent. She hadn’t been there when Mikaela was growing up. She’d taken Mik’s sister, Libby, and fled to her family in Canada, leaving the older of the two twins with her father in Italy. Mikaela wouldn’t have had it any other way, Libby was the one true light of innocence she could never bear to see dimmed, but that didn’t mean she had to be any happier with the parent who had left her.
[break][break]
Besides, she wasn’t stupid enough to be half as irresponsible as she seemed. Every word spoken to her just reminded her how little her mother knew her. How different their worlds were. Because sure, Mikaela took far too many risks where her life was concerned and could never seem to stay under the radar completely, but she knew what she was doing. She knew where she couldn’t afford to take risks and how to keep the attention of people who mattered off of her.
[break][break]
That was why she had avoided parties at places like Wenfire’s manor for the past four years. To most people they were loud and hard to navigate, but as her eyes cut through the crowd she took in every important detail and knew she shouldn’t be there. Between the music and the shimmering light, there were shadows and silence. Shadows where the important dealings were made. Shadows where people might recognise her for who she used to be. And shadows where it would be so easy to lose her grip on this mundane life she’d chosen.
[break][break]
But as she navigated the crowd she knew she wouldn’t be identified easily. She’d been out of the scene for years and these mascarades only existed for the sake of anonymity. She had a penchant for finery, especially where the masks of her homeland were concerned, but she’d been sure not to go overboard when selecting her rose gold mask and cream cloak, or the white dress underneath. It was all picked to blend in and to not look like herself. Anyone who knew her well would probably know she’d wear something more extravagant for this sort of thing to intentionally draw attention and stir up some drama, and she typically avoided wearing pink or white. It was too frilly and innocent for her taste. Plus, a blonde wig disguised the one feature that differentiated her from her twin sister. She hated blurring that line, even if it was already dangerously thin, but she knew this was her best shot at entirely blending in.
[break][break]
She wouldn’t have come at all if it wasn’t important. She may not have stepped into this scene for years, but her time collecting debt had been paid off and she had enough feelers out there to know something important would happen here tonight. Some deal regarding the mafia she’d left behind years ago - not the Ravagers, but the serpents she had grown up with in Italy. If it was true then she had to be prepared to be pulled back into the world she was trying to avoid anyway. She didn’t know exactly who she was looking for, but light, casual steps carried her around the room. With a glass of champagne in her hand and a very slight waver to her walk, she felt she was indistinguishable from the crowd as she unassumingly passed by each of those shadowy conversations, just close enough for her heightened senses to pick up on. But nothing. It was a complete and utter waste of her time.
[break][break]
Of course, nothing could really be a waste of her time. Not when she’d been drawn somewhere by someone who could have had ill will against her. Especially not when that something that had been used as bait had been so irresistible. Her crimson gaze scanned the dance floor again, taking in posture and gait of each attendant as quickly as she could. At first there was nothing amiss, but then she spotted two people in a corner, talking but glancing away from the conversation a bit too much for their own good. A man leaning against a wall near an exit looking a little too exhausted for his eyes to be so keenly aware. A woman in a familiar dress at the main entrance. Something in the style of their clothing told her what she needed to know. They weren’t local.
[break][break]
Mikaela scolded herself for being such a fool, then sent a silent prayer to god that the first plan that popped into her head was a good one. She would have to deal with this eventually if her father wanted her to cooperate, but not right now. Right now she felt like the walls were closing in around her and she couldn’t breath. She needed out. So she scouted out the person in the crowd around her that seemed the most careless and tapped on his shoulder, hoping whoever it was would play along. ”Would it be totally inappropriate if I asked you to dance with me?” she asked, forcing her voice to be light and airy without a trace of its usual Italian accent.
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