Chapter 36

The mask? I thought I left it in the changing room. I left the cart by the private room door and headed toward the changing room. Hesitation clouded me as I stared at the masks lined up on one shelf. Was it a good idea to let things continue like this? There was a huge risk that Luna would discover my face under the mask. If that happened, she might very well kill me before my illness did. My fingers brushed against the mask I wore last night, then I drew my hand back. How would I pay for my father's treatment if I couldn't come up with the money? I was still hesitating when Desiree entered the changing room. She tugged my hand excitedly, squealing, "Carter, that filthy rich woman from last night is back! She insists on your company." Exasperated, I told Desiree a half-truth. "Ms. Sherwood is my wife's friend. If she recognizes me, things might get awkward between us." "Oh, I see. It would seem inappropriate for you to entertain her tonight, then," Desiree said with empathy upon