Novel & Cerita A Mask At The Wedding

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

Something inside me doesn't accept this woman, and I don't understand why. The next evening arrives so quickly that I wish I could stay in bed instead of heading to my engagement party. Maritza and I agreed that our guests could wear masks due to the type of business my future father-in-law and girlfriend are involved in, to protect their identities as well as those of some high-ranking individuals.

A bout of anger and disgust that I had never felt before overtook me, and I felt like ripping the newspaper in two. But I didn't do that. Instead, I nodded my head in response to Ivan's question. Just then, the caption beneath the picture got my attention. 'NEW HEIRESS SETS TO MARRY.' I immediately grabbed the newspaper, flipping the pages so violently they almost tore till I found the page that featured the full story. My eyes bulged in horror as I read that Eloise and Nicholas were set to marry the coming month. "No!" I whispered in disbelief. It was getting very hard for me to breathe.

Ezra looked at me after Jace talked; we could easily tell the reason why he was upset. “We decided not to be so troublesome and just help out the little way we can. After doing a lot of work, we went back to the house. The mask party is tomorrow, and the funny part is that it is not the regular mask party a lot of people know. This one is in a traditional form. I heard that it was a system for selecting a matching partner, and most of their parents are still married thanks to the mask party. I was in between excitement and normality. I didn’t want to be excited over something that might not be my choice. But with the hype it’s getting, I guess I might just be interested.

I watched with fascination as skilled artisans crafted a custom dress for me, the fabric flowing like water in their expert hands. My hair was styled into an elegant updo, adorned with delicate jewels that caught the light with every movement. As the makeup artist delicately applied the final touches, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in the pit of my stomach. What would the night ahead hold? This was all so new, so unfamiliar. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Miriam handed me a mask, its intricate design reflecting the visage of a majestic wolf. "It's tradition for the guests to wear masks at the masquerade," she explained, her voice tinged with excitement.

A storm slowly formed inside me. By request, the wedding happened in Snowridge. The Black Moon pack was kind enough to grant this request to my father. He wanted to see this union on our very soil. Although our pack wasn’t wealthy, it was compound with rich culture and history. Back from our history, it was a custom to wear a mask hiding everything beneath it. A strange procession that we value. Both of the bride and groom will wear a mask until the ceremony was done. So before reaching the entrance. I wore the mask my father handed me. A white fox shaped mask with elongated nose and high cheeks that once belonged to my mother.

Dante's POV I look at my bride standing in front of me. It is Isabella. Why are there two Isabellas at the wedding? One of them must be wearing a mask. I know you get those real-life masks where people look like a different person. Can it be that they are trying to trick me into marrying the wrong woman? Before the woman can do anything? I grab her face and pull off the rubber mask. Emma is standing in front of me. I do not understand what the hell is going on here. Did they think they could get away with it? How did they think I was going to marry the wrong woman? I do not understand. How were they going to fake the marriage certificate?

My dad passed my hand to Zac, and this is it. I'm getting married! I couldn't follow what was happening during the ceremony. Until the priest said... "You may kiss the bride." Oh no! Is he going to kiss me? Of course, girl, that's what happens when you get married. Shut up, brain! Zac's mask only covered the upper half of his face, so he could kiss me anytime, and the crowd around us was cheering loudly. "Kiss the bride! Kiss the bride!" Ugh, stop shouting!

Charlotte’s POV I’d learned long ago how to wear the right mask at the right times. So I sat at the head table in a dress the color of dark wine, my husband on one side and his daughter on the other, and I smiled and lifted my glass every time someone rose to toast the newlyweds, and not one person in that hall would have guessed the newlyweds hadn’t said a real word to each other since the night before.

The priest asked. "Yes I do" he smiled like he was expecting the question. "With the power given to me by God almighty, I pronounce you both husband and wife...." He was cut off when a gun shot was heard. We all turned and saw a manly figure putting on a mask. He was holding a gun. Within a second a split second everyone disappeared. What is happening? "No wedding! Not while I'm alive" The mask man yelled. ☆☆☆☆ "Wake uppp" I heard a tiny voice that was waking up from my horrible sleep.