The Masquerade

Synopsis

My husband said the celebration was for senior executives only, so I shouldn't come. I nodded and thought that I would change my outfit to go. Borrowing a server's uniform, I stepped into the ballroom just as he was escorting that woman to the stage. The moment the emcee finished speaking, he pulled her closer. "Taking this chance, let me officially introduce. This is my wife. Please take good care of her." Applause erupted. Leaders raised their glasses; colleagues cheered. I clapped along, loud and bright. As he stepped down, his gaze swept the crowd and landed on my face. Two seconds. He froze solid. I gave a polite, slight bow. "Sir, would you care for a refill?"