The Perfect Sin

17

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I feel sick.

My legs are shaking, my palms as sweating and my head is dizzy.

The large double doors are opened as we approach them, one of the security guards checking Renzo's ID. He gives the other security guard a small nod and hands Renzo's ID back to him.

Both men give us the all clear to enter and we head inside. My eyes instantly widen when I see the layout of the large building. There are huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a large ballroom-like floor space with dozens of tables and chairs placed around it in a circular shape.

"Keep your eyes peeled, don't miss him." Renzo tells me and I gulp heavily, my eyes scanning the crowds of people dressed in black tie and beautiful dresses.

Various people pass us by as we make our way through the large open space, towards what appears to be a lengthy bar with even more people stood around it.

There is a preferably decent sized stage to the right with a band currently playing, a woman with a dark Afro stood by the microphone as she sings The Words by Christina Perri.  

Her voice is very distinctive and echoes throughout the room with every note she sings, almost giving me goosebumps over my skin.

Standing beside Renzo, I watch as a man and woman almost immediately approach us. I don't miss the two of them sharing a puzzled look as they glance at me either.

"Renzo," the man greets, extending his hand for him to shake.

Renzo looks down at it, almost considering it for a moment before he reluctantly reaches out and accepts the greeting. "Eric." He says forcefully.

Eric's eyes flit towards me again and something about the way he looks at me causes me to grow uncomfortable.

The woman beside him smiles at Renzo, her long auburn hair styled into a high ponytail and hanging down her back. A dark red dress hugs her curvaceous figure, her bright green eyes glimmering in the artificial light.

Renzo appears to force a greeting out to her too. "Isabella," he says and she holds her hand out for him to take. I watch as he brings it up to his mouth, kissing it.

She too, glances at me again and I notice her eyes trail down my dress, her nose scrunching as she seems to throw me a distasteful look.

"Who is this?" Eric asks and I look up at Renzo, desperately trying to ignore the green eyes that appear to be shooting daggers at me right now.

"This is Rose," Renzo introduces and I almost forget myself for a second, quickly remembering that I'm supposed to be undercover tonight.

Secret agent shit.

"Rose?" Eric repeats, tilting his head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Eric Reeves and this is my wife, Isabella."

I offer a polite smile in response, not knowing what to say or do. Am I supposed to reply to him? Do I say that it's a pleasure to meet him as well? Because I don't really think that it is.

"Quiet one, isn't she?" Isabella remarks and I arch a brow at her. Is she actually speaking to Renzo about me like I'm not stood right here?