The bass from the DJ booth rattled the floor, colored lights bouncing across the crowded party. Aurora stood with Mia and the girls, sipping from her drink, her black Catwoman suit catching every flicker of light. The mask framed her big brown eyes, mysterious but magnetic. On the other side of the room, Héctor leaned against the bar, momo mask dangling casually from his hand. He wasn’t paying much attention to the crowd—until he spotted her. She didn’t look like she was trying too hard, but somehow, she stood out. “Who’s that?” he muttered to Junior, nodding toward Aurora. Junior followed his gaze. “Ah, that’s Mia’s friend. I think her name’s Aurora.” “Introduce me,” Héctor said without hesitation. They crossed the room. Mia lit up when she saw Junior, hugging him quickly. Héctor’s eyes, though, never left Aurora. “Aurora, right?” Junior said, pulling her into the conversation. “This is Héctor.” Aurora’s gaze flicked up to him, taking in the mask in his hand, the familiar face she’d seen on TV more than once. Of course she knew who he was. “You play for Barça,” she said simply, voice even. Héctor smiled, a little caught off guard by her bluntness. “Guilty. You watch football?” “Sometimes,” she replied, neither confirming nor denying her interest. Her tone wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t inviting either. He tilted his head, intrigued by how carefully she kept her distance. Most people either fawned over him or tried to impress. She did neither. “You don’t talk much, do you?” he asked, leaning a little closer, his smile teasing. Aurora raised a brow beneath her mask. “Maybe I just don’t know what your intentions are.” That made him laugh softly, genuine. “Fair. I’ll have to earn your trust then.” For the first time, she let a small smile curve her lips, before glancing away, leaving him hanging.