A Mask At The Wedding 소설 & 이야기

A soft, lingering kiss that made my throat tighten. Then, just as fast, he stood and walked to the closet again. He pulled out a black, lacy dress. Held it up. "Here. Wear this. I got it for you. And this too…" He paused, pulling out a black satin mask. "It’s a mask party. My friends. Business partners. They’ll be there." Then he turned fully to me, his voice calm. "I want you to be my wife. Will you?" My breath caught. Was that… a proposal? Or just a statement?

That would make it even more cinematic. The reception was everything I'd hoped for and more—golden lights strung like stars across the open courtyard, tables spilling over with flowers and crystal, the air thick with music and laughter. Chris had planned something special. "We're going to play a little game," he announced with that mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Bonnie has to find Robbie... but everyone here is in disguise!" In minutes, the entire wedding party and guests had donned masks, hats, capes, and ridiculous accessories. Even the elders were in on it. I laughed so hard at seeing Oliver in a feathered masquerade mask that I nearly forgot I was supposed to be hunting my own husband.

The wedding reception Morgan and Alice's wedding reception was a lavish outdoor affair near the beach. So many guests attended. The event was very luxurious with many artists, business people and also famous officials and many more in attendance. Alice and Morgan looked so happy that event after event had passed even the flower throwing event from the bride was also completed. There a woman wearing a mask and black dress and black hat saw two happy couples. When the bride and groom kissed intimately, the woman suddenly ran away from the wedding party.

And that's when I saw something that made my blood turn to ice. There, sitting in the front row with an unobstructed view of the entire ceremony, was someone wearing a mask I recognized all too well. A distinctive mask that had no business being anywhere near this wedding. The person was dressed in expensive attire and had clearly made an effort to blend in with the other wealthy guests, but that mask was unmistakable. I'd seen it before, in the mask gala i attended a month ago. As Alora continued walking toward me, now only a few steps away from the altar, I tried to maintain my composure while my thoughts spiraled into panic. Everything I had planned, everything I had sacrificed, everythin

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

I had made a point of pretending he wasn’t there, even when his presence felt impossible to ignore. What had that kiss been about, anyway? Why would he kiss me when he had already promised himself to someone else? Annoyance tightened in my chest, and I released a quiet breath through my nose. “Ah! That reminds me.” Jane brightened further. “Since it’s a masquerade, we’ll need proper masks too. We can’t ruin beautiful new clothes with those cheap things sold in ordinary shops.” Her enthusiasm brought a faint smile to my face, but I still wasn’t certain I wanted to attend.

The impact of the middle finger Athena shot up was somewhat mitigated by the bright green avocado mask smeared all over her face. "So, other than the bride, we're all failing in the dating department. Y'all, this is a sad state of affairs. We are smart, sexy, available women. What is wrong with all these men?" Abbey came back to the table, passing out warm, wet wash cloths. "Everybody wipe off your mask with firm, downward strokes from the center line of your face." Kennedy rubbed at the bentonite clay mask already flaking off her face. "Maybe I should hook y'all up with some of Xander's single friends. All of his groomsmen are available."

Probably none at all. Then finally I got to the call which was secured from my husband for me to finally start coming to the party and I made my way outside wearing a mask on my face since it was a masquerade dinner party and then the moment I stepped in everybody dies talking to me and it doesn't dress that I was wearing.

She felt bad for doing this. Despite being a lavish wedding, the ceremony was brief and straightforward. Strangely, her groom, whom was dressed in a mask, did not offer a toast, and nobody ever mentioned it. Perhaps as a result of their fear of him. Despite being a crippled person in a wheelchair, he had a terrible, overwhelming aura. like he wasn't a disabled person.

He had gotten a jeep out of his personal garage but told Andrea that his step mother gifted it to him. And the driver too. Andrea found it weird, but she didn't think she had the right to talk down on it, so they were in sync as she got in the backseat with eve. "Woah, daddy wears mask too." Little Eve said excitedly as they moved and she and Andrea chatted till they got to their destination. In fact, Andrea was a bit unsure. But Edward had promised to be by her side on their wedding day even though they were strangers then.