The Conqueror Who Conquered

Mask Party

Richi stepped up, taking the invitation paper. He squeezed it out, then called his friends to get into action tonight, which is more important than an invitation party. Her thought.

Richi opens the closet, her eyes fixed on a long dress she has never tried. Then staring again at the tangled invitation that had been lying resignedly in the small trash can corner of the room, Richi pensive for a while.

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The party is crowded, guests arrive by joining their partners and some come alone.

Some of them have taken off their masks, some are still wearing them.

Hugo was sitting with some girls, he looked uninspired.

"Hugo, do you want to dance with me?" Take a girl with a red mask.

Hugo gave his handcode a rejection sign, the woman was not the first, whether I know, Hugo was not also interested. His mind was somewhere else. Though he made this event so that his mind is more distracted than Richi.

PRANGS!

The sound of broken objects was heard, the music came to a halt. All eyes were on the servant who looked down apologetically on the girl who made Hugo keep staring at her.

The girl stood up gracefully. A long black dress with legs forming his body, the rope on his shoulders looks thin to show all his smooth skin. High heels silver roped along to make it look more graceful.

His hair decomposed long to cover his waist which was only covered in a thin black brucet to show the color of his skin. The mask keeps on covering until the nose makes everyone wonder who is behind the mask.

"I-I'm sorry." The male servant was down.

Richi, the girl behind the mask is pounding because all eyes are now looking at her.

"Go". Speak slowly so that no one hears her voice.

Richi walks gracefully, approaching the bartender's table making a drink. He sat there quietly, his eyes seeing Hugo with many women around him. Richi is upset and sorry, has come to this event, if all he sees is just that kind of thing.

"Excuse me, miss. May ask for time.." a man greeted her from behind, asking her to get acquainted.

"No". He answered without looking because he did not want to be disturbed, except..

"You dance?"

Richi was stunned for a moment, a voice that he was very familiar with approached.

Richi looked back, his heart throbbing even more to see a male figure standing towering in a suit and a black mask reaching out to him.

"I'd be very honored if you'd dance with the show's creator". His word with the intention of introducing himself was Hugo.

Richi looked towards the source of the music, a sign that no music was playing there.

As he understood, Hugo clapped his hand once, the song he recognized twisted. Not a song that people dance to wear. But that song, is an expression of love.

Richi squinted, asking in his heart if Hugo knew him?

He then welcomed Hugo's hand, followed and clasped his hand towards the center of the floor.

The music was playing, a song that Hugo often enjoyed later, he looked into the girl's eyes with a smile.

Richi was flabbergasted, as well as astonished by Hugo's very different attitude.

Hugo grabbed the girl's hands and wrapped them around her neck "Put it here" he said with a big smile that made Richi hold her breath, her face was now very close, just a few pauses from Hugo's face.

Hugo wrapped both his hands around the girl's waist with eyes that did not stop staring.

They began to dance, with a calm atmosphere as all eyes were on them.

"You're beautiful" she whispered to Richi, without blinking.

Richi kept quiet, warm to Hugo's breath he could feel. He really hoped that Hugo knew that the woman he was dancing with was him.

"Stay here, you can fall." He said as he put down the right hand of Richi who now moved to his chest until the girl could feel the same heartbeat as him.

Hugo, the tremors in his heart could be felt, even exceeding the tremors in his chest. 'He, thumping because of me?' Inner Richi.

Hugo raised his hand, gently stroking the girl's hair.

"Your hair is beautiful."

The saying made Richi smile, she knew the man liked her hair.

"Beautiful to remind me of someone."

Richi's smile slowly faded, a hint of disappointment surfaced in his heart.he thought he was recognized by the man. Hugo didn't know it.

The song It's You is still playing, many pairs of eyes are looking at them. Not a few who admire women who dance with Hugo.

Richi spins around, and Hugo hugs her from behind, tightening his body and wrapping his hands around Richi's waist. Perfume the fragrant hair of the girl in her arms.

"Are you an Oberon girl?" Whisper in Richi's ear.

Richi was silent, following the slow-moving movements of Hugo's body.

Richi twists his body forward, intending to end his dance.

Hugo clutched his body.

"I hope we can meet again, graceful girl." Whisper in Richi's ear. He made his blood flow, but he felt sadness.

Hugo lowered his gaze, he continued to stare towards the red lips that were poking at him. Slowly, Richi gets swept away. Hugo drew his lips closer, he longed to kiss those soft lips.

Richi held her breath as Hugo's lips drew closer. He then remembered something, Richi threw away his face, let go and stepped back.

He continued to look Hugo's eyes, disappointment scraping his heart. Hugo does not recognize her, Hugo considers her another woman. The woman that Hugo wanted to kiss was someone else, not her.

Richi turns around, he runs slowly leaving Hugo still in his place.

Richie walked into the toilet. He took off his mask, and wiped away the tears that came out from the corner of his eye. Anyway, she hoped Hugo knew her earlier, apparently not. The futile hope he had created was even more heart-wrenching.

Richi put on his mask again, running out holding tightness in his chest. He regretted his presence which was considered by others by Hugo. The man did not know him well.

Richi is standing next to his car, Simon has already opened the door for him.

Before entering, he looked into the room, The man was not looking for him.

Richi takes off his mask, discards it and gets into the car.

While from the top floor of the building, Hugo notices Richi who has entered his car. He put the phone in his ear, talked to someone on the roof of the building.

"Take the thing the girl threw away". He said as he continued to stare towards the car that was slowly disappearing in his view.

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Richi holds his chest, holds his chest tight, he tries to refocus on his task.

"Simon."

"Good, Miss". The answer immediately understood the meaning of his employer. Simon turned the rearview in front of him.

Richi undresses her, puts her long unraveled hair in a black jacket and buttons it up to her chin, wearing a mask and a hat to mask her identity on tonight's mission.

"You guys ready?" Ask the person he calls. After hearing the answer, Richi checked the weapon she was about to wear, and tucked it in her trouser pouch. The second demolition, it's gonna start tonight.

TB