Novel & Cerita A Mask At The Wedding

He, however, maintains his composure, his smile never wavering. As Bennis reaches the altar, she turns to face Eren, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Eren's gaze meets hers, and for a fleeting moment, his mask slips, revealing a glimmer of misery. But he quickly recovers, his smile brightening as he takes Bennis's hand in his. The guests are oblivious to Eren's inner turmoil, too caught up in the spectacle of the wedding. They whisper to each other about the grandeur of the event, the exquisite decorations, and the impeccable taste of the bride and groom.

"Oh, Mel, how is it that I can never say no to you? Alright, I'll go!" I agreed to go to the ball, but I still wasn't sure. Either way, I was going to sleep at Mel's house to avoid the wedding, but I wasn't planning on going to the party. However, Melissa kept pushing until she convinced me to go. On Saturday, we got ready at her place. "Wow, girl! You look absolutely stunning!" She handed me a beautiful golden mask, intricately designed like lace that covered up to my nose, and I put it on. I was wearing a shimmering red satin dress, and the mask matched perfectly. "So, are we ready?"

They had come to eat and merry, to gossip about my wedding, and others to confirm if it was true I was really getting married. Not like I care. I’m getting married and their opinion can sit comfortably in the trash. They can as well join their opinion in the trash bin. I smiled as I held onto Father. Hands interlocked, walking down the aisle. Every eye on us, on me. I wore my mask of indifference as I plastered my face with a soothing smile. I could see the surprise on the faces of those who thought it wasn’t true. I could hear faint gossip about myself and my groom. But I kept my face straight with a smile. Every step brings me closer to my man, my mate.

Edna leaned forward, “Please, just trust us, my dear. Everything will be explained to you in due time. There's no need to worry.” “Really?” I echoed back, unable to mask the skepticism in my tone. Flanked by Edna and Helen_ their presence doing little to ease my mounting anxiety, I made my way downstairs to the garden where the wedding was to be held. And there, in a wheelchair, sat a man I recognized as the same one who had rescued me from the bar last night. But this time, he wore a mask, a sleek, black, and silver half-face mask that covered the left side of his face, made of a material that resembled lightweight metal alloy, with a silver trim.

he asked Warren so I looked at him closely and checked if he would say no! "I do, of course I do," he answered, making me want to jump for joy. I smiled even more and I could feel the joy in my chest when he slowly put on the ring that was also personalized, and I also put it on his ring finger. "And now I finally announced you as husband and wife," he said so that the people remained silent. "You may now kiss the bride." Without saying a word, I removed my mask and pulled Warren to kiss it, making people squeal with joy because of my aggressiveness.

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.

His grip around the wine glass tightened slightly. In the next second, he saw the tall champagne tower in the center of the dance floor, and a glint flashed past his eyes. As night fell and the meal concluded, the waiters handed each guest a delicate mask. "Thank you all for attending our wedding. Up next is the masquerade ball we've prepared for everyone. Please put on your masks and move to the dance floor to enjoy this beautiful moment together!" "Do I look good in this?" Louie asked, already putting his mask on. "I just got a slicked-back hairstyle. It really brings out my charm, doesn't it? You'd better put yours on, too. The ball's about to start."

"How could something like this happen at a wedding?" "Is this a ceremony or a joke?" In the front row, Wyatt's parents turned pale. They exchanged a glance, panic written all over their faces. So they had known all along, but still chose to go along with it. On the other side, my mother frowned deeply, looking at me with concern. I gave her a small nod, reassuring her. Then, as countless confused and shocked gazes looked on, I raised my hand. I removed the groom's mask. A handsome but unfamiliar face appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Rebecca concluded her speech with righteous passion, then looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Oh," I said calmly. "He's my husband. We've been married for three years. We sleep in the same bed every night, and I saw him this morning, so why would I be surprised to see him here?" After I spoke, the classmates who understood immediately burst out laughing. "So, the reason your husband repeatedly spam-called me and begged me to come over was because you wanted me to pick up my wife?" Quincy said as he pulled me into his arms and wrapped an arm around my waist.

Victoria heard this and turned his head around in surprise. “What did you say?” She asked him. “Nothing, just keep your vision on the road.” He replied. They finally arrived at the auction house. There were plenty of people arriving already, each of them was wearing the same gold mask, which had been given to them by the auction house in advance for the night. Before they left the car, he handed over the mask to her; it was similar to the ones the guests had, but it had a sparkling lining. “These masks are for the VVIP, which includes you and me.” He told her. Victoria took the mask and wore it, but she had difficulty tying the tie without ruining her hair.