Chapter 23: Masquerade 3.0
It was a cold day after it had rained on Granite Falls. The wet air and the very peaceful smell were some of Laura's favorite things. According to him, rain always brings sweet memories. Although he wanted to bury those memories deeply so as not to dissolve in the pain of being abandoned by his family members.
Wait. There is still something odd and forgotten. Where are Lorena and Edgar? Damn! Laura forgot the whereabouts of her two younger siblings who until now there was no news. Did the two of them manage to survive the hunter's pursuit and hide? Or were they caught and burned? If Lorena and Edgar were roaming Hungary in terror, that meant Laura couldn't stand still.
Not thinking the same as me, Laura never imagined—even considering the existence of her two younger siblings—that there was no news. Oh, that girl is still under Mikayla's influence. Everything she had ever experienced seemed to have been shifted away, kicked, thrown away.
Laura didn't even remember the Budapest arson anymore. Though the peaceful smell of the cold winter air wafted into her lungs. She lives in the present, not the past. Such was the influence Mikayla exerted that it made the girl seem—easily—forget about the vampire burning incident in Budapest that had taken her happiness away.
In her room, Laura turned on the music from the tape. She deliberately turned up the volume, not caring about the existence of other creatures inhabiting the mansion. She walked while swaying her body to the rhythm of the song playing. Her long legs stepped quickly towards the nightstand. She grabbed a glass of wine, then pulled the cork and threw the cork anywhere. Still dancing with her graceful movements, Laura walked over to her dressing table and poured the Burgundy wine into a long-legged glass.
She leaned her body against the table and downed the wine completely while thinking about what costume she would wear to attend the party at the Royal Building tomorrow night.
"Laura! Turn off the music!" Cassandra's screams were heard outside Laura's room.
Placing her glass gracefully on the dressing table, Laura pursed her lips. Cassandra knocked on the door to her room from outside. But he remained unmoved, instead pouring wine into his glass again. Hearing the banging sound getting louder—even cracking the oak wood of Laura's bedroom door—, Laura squeaked in annoyance. She walked slowly still with the long-legged glass in her hand. The door to the room opened, revealing a sour look on Cassandra's face.
"Are you fucking dead?" Cassandra gasped sarcastically.
"Get a life." Ignoring Cassandra's tone that signaled a stern ultimatum, Laura closed the door again.
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