Chapter V

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I stared at my reflection, the white gown skimming the floor and hanging loosely off my shoulders. I looked into my eyes, almost afraid I was going to smile back at myself mischievously, as if my subconscious knew something I didn't. I took a deep breath and Jonathan walked in, standing behind me and adjusting his tie.

"You look good," he smiled and I mimicked him, looking down at my hands. I felt his hands land on my bare shoulders and I looked up at him in the mirror.

"Relax, everything will be fine," he gave me a reassuring expression and I nodded.

"What if I mess up?"

"I don't think you can mess up drinking champagne," he chuckled lowly.

"Do you think we're going to get her back?" I asked quietly and I watched him hesitate a moment.

"Yes," he said confidently and I smiled. He looked down at his watched and brushed himself off. "We need to get going," he announced, pulling on his jacket. I looked at myself one last time and turned around, grabbing my cloak and placing it over my shoulders.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out, the sound of my heels muffled by the carpeted hallway. We made our way to the elevator quietly.

A limousine was waiting for us at the entrance of the luxurious hotel. I stepped inside the warm vehicle and slid across the leather seat and Jonathan entered after me. We went off and I looked out the window, the entire city lit up. The old buildings seemed to come alive at night and I watched in awe at how timeless everything was. Jonathan didn't speak; he only looked forward, tapping his foot impatiently.

We were headed to Schönbrunn palace, where a ball was being held. I couldn't figure out how Jonathan had managed to infiltrate us into the guest list, but I had figured out that when it came down to him, he'd never cease to surprise me. He hadn't given me much detail about what was happening, but all he had told me to do was drink and look pretty. The rest he wouldn't tell me.

"Why is she there?" I asked but Jonathan kept looking straight ahead of him.

"It isn't your concern."

"Jonathan please."

"It's a trafficking operation and your Mother is part of it. She isn't the only angel they've taken."

"And what about the others?"

"We can't save everyone," he said calmly. "Sometimes you have to choose between what you want and what's right. I'm choosing what I want." I looked at him but I didn't know what to say. He had taken out his lip ring for the event, maybe to make himself look a little friendlier. His hair was too short for anything to be done with it so he left it the way it was.

The car halted slowly and I looked out, my breath cut short. It was enormous, lit up by beautiful lanterns. It was a 17th century Baroque palace with 1441 rooms and over 300 years of history and changing fashions.

Many people were arriving, all elegantly dressed. Jonathan reached out and grabbed a box placed on the seat in front of us. He removed the lid, revealing two masks. One white and covered in small crystals and a navy blue one, both placed on a black velvet cushion. I held it between my fingers and he took it from my hands, putting it over my face. I turned around and he tied it around my head.

"You'll blend in better," he said and the driver came around opened the door. He held out his hand and I placed it in his, helping myself out of the car. Jonathan followed behind me and I strained my neck to look at the top of the building. It was made of beautiful stone and was facing a grand fountain with renaissance like sculpture in the middle of it. Hundreds of windows decorated the front of the palace and two marble staircases went up to the balcony above the entrance. Columns rose up the front of the building, resembling an old greek structure.

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