A Mask At The Wedding Novels & Stories

Couples in elaborate masks twirled on the dance floor, creating a scene straight out of a fairytale. Marcus, dressed in his impeccable black suit, kept a protective arm around Vivienne as they entered the enchanting space. Her scarlet gown swirled with each step, and the mask she wore added an air of mystery to her allure. As they surveyed the festivities, Vivienne felt the fingers around her waist tighten with an almost palpable sense of possessiveness, and she bit back a smile. There was her protector, determined to keep her safe in this sea of unknown faces.

Trying to not focus on the flowers, he looked forward and walked straight to the front of the church and went to stand at the altar. He looked over everyone seated from the front of the church, it was filled with his family, the Hernandez clan’s people and the rest of the five Mafia families. The wedding was kept under wraps so that his Legit image wasn’t tainted and for obvious reasons he couldn’t have the media know he was married. I mean how absurd his wife wore a mask to cover her face, he can imagine the headlines. Rodrigo shook his head, “what a fucking mess!” Words he spoke but softly, only he could hear.

"We are at the same party. Isn’t it good? You enjoy the party, and I will do my job." He smiles, but it doesn't light up his face. "Don't leave my sight." Before we leave, we share a passionate kiss. We arrived at the hotel, where the banquet was going on. We did, however, enter the hotel separately. It is a masquerade party, and everyone is wearing a mask. I also take a red feathery mask from my purse and put it on as I walk into the hall. As soon as I walk in, a swarm of eyes follows me. I can hear people complimenting my outfit as well as myself. I am nervous about attracting so much attention, but I am grateful to Lance for arranging such a lovely gown.

As the car stops, my heart races with the anticipitation,he opens the door of my side and I get out, his hand on my waist as he enters, the people at the entrance welcomed us and give us a mask, it’s same for all the woman and in different colour for man, silver for woman and black for men. I am blown away by the beautiful decorations and atmosphere. The room lit up with chandeliers and candles, creating a romantic and elegant ambiance. The walls adorned with masks and streamers, and the floor was covered with a red carpet. The music playing and everyone was dressed up in their finest attire. My rich psychopath lover and I moved through the crowd, making small talk with those around us. We w

So, good I have something to look forward to which I haven’t had in a while if I’m honest. We arrive at the place where the bridal ceremony will take place. There’s an altar in the woods and all the elders, who basically are in charge of the secret society, are here as well as many other members. Dale is here along with Gail, but they are masked. Everyone is except for the brides. They earn their masks during the ceremony as it represents them becoming faceless. Giving our bride a mask is like exchanging rings during the ceremony. I do have a ring for Rosie, and I plan to give it to her tonight before we fuck in the woods.

“Your Highness, the Queen, may you live long and be fruitful.” “You may rise,” Talon and I echoed. They found their seats afterwards, and the priest continued the wedding processions, but all attention was on us now, with murmurs and chatters filtering through the air. “The Alpha King is here? I can’t believe it!” someone said. “Why isn’t he wearing a mask? This is the first time I’ll ever see his face,” said another. Their chats and murmurs continued through the wedding and into the reception, where everyone moved to the dance floor.

Ironically, the theme was a masquerade themed party in an open garden where no one would know who's the other person, without introducing one another or removing their mask. Ravine was laughing internally when she swam through the section of people as well as the man trailing behind her. Jasmine watches the two walk around while becoming utterly unrecognizable as she chuckles at their goofiness. The half mask around her eyes covered 90% of her features. Aaron and her were serving themselves some food while fetching some more for their friends. "Thanks buddy." "Thanks babe!" The groom and the bride were given plates full of souvenirs each so they could have some food before the ceremony began

On the other side of the party hall, the groom-to -be, Derek Greystone sat in the middle between his close friends in the private lounge with a few ladies hanging around as they engaged in a competitive card game. Only one person wasn’t drinking and barely seemed to be enjoying the party. Adrian Sterling. All he had in front of him was a glass of sparkling water and his gaze secretly exploring the bride’s maids. “Who did you say came up with this ridiculous idea of a mask party again?” Adrian asked, removing his mask for the umpteenth time. “Put it on before my baby sees you.” Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes. Another of their friends, Aiden Carter sipped his drink, leaning back, “I thought y

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

I reached over and picked up the phone, shielding the screen so the light wouldn't wake Aria. Unknown Number: Congratulations on your wedding. Pity it's built on lies. My stomach dropped. I sat up, the sheet pooling at my waist. Unknown Number: Sent an image. I opened the image. My blood ran cold. It was a photo from the masquerade ball. It showed me, in my tux, talking to a woman in a black dress and a silver mask on the balcony. But the angle was different. It was taken from the side. The woman had a small, distinctive tattoo on her wrist. A tiny butterfly.