After everyone exchanged polite hellos, the mood was pretty laid-back. Eliza and Juan were off to the side, chatting away. "Do you have any idea who the mystery bigwig bankrolling this shindig is?" Eliza asked.
"I've heard it's someone loaded," Juan replied, with that air of mystery.
Eliza rolled her eyes. That was about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine. "I mean, who is he really?"
"How would I know? It's my first time here too."
Eliza couldn't shake the feeling she'd seen those eyes somewhere before. But where?
"Juan, don't you think his eyes look a lot like... Casper's?"
Juan paused, taking a moment to peek over. "Now that you mention it, there's definitely a resemblance."
"So, do you think it could be Casper?"
Juan was dumbfounded. Was she losing it? Casper was supposed to be dead.
"Don't be like that," he said, a chill creeping down his spine.
Eliza suddenly laughed, "Just kidding."
Juan wasn't amused. "You really shouldn't joke about stuff like that. I take things seriously, you know."
Eliza just gave a sly smile. But her eyes drifted back to the silver mask the man was wearing. "Juan, why's he wearing a mask anyway? How old do you think he is?"
"With that kind of dough, he's probably pushing at least fifty," Juan guessed.
"That's pretty old," Eliza nodded, her interest shifting to the little pastries in front of her. "Should we head back soon? It's getting kinda dull here."
"Let's hang around a bit longer and sneak a peek at the mansion. I heard the original owner was some noble who had a fling with a princess and got his head chopped off."
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