“I know, babe,” Mark said, patting her head condescendingly. “Just… try to look a bit more presentable tomorrow. The promotion party is a big deal. The CEO might be there. I don’t want you looking like… well, like this.”

He gestured at her apron.

Elena smiled. It was a cold, sharp smile that Mark didn’t notice because he was already looking at his phone.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll make sure everyone knows exactly who I am tomorrow.”

Later that night, as Mark snored beside her, Elena’s phone lit up on the nightstand. It was Mark’s phone, actually. He had forgotten to silence it.

A message from “Jessica – Work”: I can’t wait to be your queen tomorrow night. Your stupid wife won’t suspect a thing. Wear the blue tie I bought you.

Elena stared at the screen. She didn’t cry. She reached under the bed and pulled out a velvet box. Inside was a platinum seal ring with the NovaStream crest.

She whispered to the sleeping man, “You wanted a queen, Mark. Be careful what you wish for.”

Part 2: The Party of Masks