A Mask At The Wedding Novels & Stories

I have to apologize to the staff whenever we have to eat out. “Mario.” I greet him, pushing him away softly but firmly. “Are you ready?” He asks. I nod. We have set up a masquerade ball to announce our engagement and make it public— technically, his mother has. I am wearing a plain blank dress with a boat neckline and a slit riding up my thigh. My black mask is secured to my face by some string.

It was a plan that looked stupid, but it was effective too. “So guys, we have to leave,” I said. “We have a wedding to prepare for.” She nodded with a smile on her face. *************************************************************************************************** The blank suit, white shirt, masked face, and a coat. I sat in the last row of chairs at the wedding. When I looked ahead, I could see Vok in front and Sean as the best man. Then also behind him was Brandon. They stared at me and I winked. Everything was in place. Some of the people who knew about me, being alive asked to help us.

Paris. The Opera Garnier. It was the most exclusive event of the season. A Charity Masquerade Ball. Jackson and Serenity stepped out of a limousine. They were both wearing masks. Serenity wore a Venetian mask covered in silver feathers, matching her silver gown. Jackson wore a simple, terrifyingly sharp black phantom mask. "Remember," Jackson whispered, guiding her hand through the crowd of photographers. "We are here to observe. Not to start a war."

George’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I nodded. “Yeah,” His gaze lingered and it made me feel hot all over. George’s attitude did little to help my attraction. “The wedding is today” He mumbled and I nodded, glancing at the time. Genna wanted a romantic wedding under the stars so it wasn’t the normal daytime wedding but rather a nighttime affair. “Have you changed your mind?” he asked and I shook my head. “We can’t go together, George” “There will be masks Leena. Nobody will notice”

Six months later, Lillian and Alonzo held a grand wedding in Arathum. The venue was adorned with fresh flowers flown in overnight, with flower girls scattering petals like rain. Lillian, in a white gown, walked through the floral sea toward Alonzo as music played. They stood together, looking like a perfect pair from a classic painting. Under the officiant's guidance and guests' cheers, they exchanged vows and sealed their promise with a tight embrace. No one noticed a man in a mask, his burn scars hidden, standing in the corner. He blended into the crowd, but his eyes never left Lillian.

I leaned forward excitedly, already imagining how beautiful it could be. “Something fun before the wedding. I want everyone to dress up, wear masks, have music, good food, dancing… something different. I don’t want everything around us to be about wedding preparations and serious royal business.” A smile slowly appeared on his face as he listened to me. “Anything you want, love.” My eyes brightened. “Really?” “Really.” He reached for me, pulling me closer until I was standing between his knees. “If you want a masked party, then have your masked party.”

My mother frowned, watching me with concern. I gave my parents a reassuring look, signaling for them to stay calm. Then, under the uncertain gaze of everyone present, I reached out and tore the mask off Edwin’s face. “Oh my God! The groom isn’t Mason Rivers!” “Then where’s the real groom?!” Mason’s mother, Grace Clark, was the first to react. “What… what is going on? Who are you?!” Mason’s father, William Rivers, turned ashen. He shouted at the restless crowd and reporters below the stage, “Quiet down! Where’s security? There’s been a minor issue with the wedding. We’ll resolve it immediately!”

I waved and smiled at our people and tourists who had waited long enough for the ceremony to finish, to get a glimpse of the wedding of the century, as they called it. He assisted me in climbing up the black and gold carriage, joining me after. It took about twenty minutes ride by the carriage to the wedding reception. I looked at Mad, looking handsome as always, waving as we passed by. “Duke of Guillaume, look at you, adjusting so well.” “They’re here for you, baby, not for me.” He chuckled, taking my hand to his lips. “You’re gorgeous.” “You’re not bad yourself.” I touched the glittering flower pinned to his suit, which I remembered was the flower from my masquerade mask. “Nice touch. I th

A/N: Feeling bad cause you have to wait a whole week for updates. I think I should just return to Tuesdays and Fridays if I can. Enjoy dear readers! *** The duke nodded. “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen tonight….” He said, grabbing on his mask and looked like he was about to remove it. “Then if you’ll excuse me.” She stopped him, “Wait, what are you going to do?” He stopped. “You were curious to see my face, weren’t you? That was even one of the reasons why you married me right?”

She found the question useless because she's still gonna get married to this notorious man looking at her with dark eyes through the mask he's putting on. What kind of man wear masks on his wedding night, huh? The priest proceed to ask AJ the same question but shut his mouth immediately when he noticed his dangerous glare. "Now, you may exchange the rings" The rings were exchanged and minutes later, they were all done with the wedding. The husband and wife were moved to their special seat and was served different delicacies as princess Emilia picked on the dishes while AJ just watched. "You might not want to take a lot, wifey because you'll be serve a lot tonight." AJ whispered huskily in he