A Mask Of My Own Face 소설 & 이야기

I said to myself silently. Just as we entered the party, Raymond's driver handed us a box, Raymond opened it and it was a mask. “A mask?” I asked He nodded “With this mask, you can recognize nobody and nobody is going to recognize you” he said, without another word, I took the mask from him and placed it on my face. “Perfect…” he said

I answered, not wanting to give him the full gist. "So what do you need money for?" He inquired and I knew there was no avoiding the question for me. "I want to purchase a realistic mask which I would be putting on my face," I answered. "A realistic mask? That's a very rare and unsuspecting disguise anyone can put on. May I ask how you were able to come up with that idea?" He probed. "That's to show you how desperate I can be when I want something. It's not the only plan as the face mask will also have a voice changer in it. That way, my voice won't be recognised" I answered.

“I can't tear off the mask.“ “And whysoever freaking not?“ “Because my face is fu*king cursed! … you said it yourself.“ “….“

Chapter 75 Their affection . There's actually no way I will ever let out this mask for them to see my face. "I'm sorry but I got some injuries in my eyes which are really so big Maybe when the wound has gone I will do that but for now I'm covering it to prevent myself from being mocked by others. I was satisfied with their countenance the moment I uttered such words. I'm happy that they did believe me. If not I wouldn't have known what to say again.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

The fabric was soft to the touch, and I could feel its lightweight enveloping me, giving me a look that was both elegant and daring. My lips, painted a bright red, shone like rubies, attracting the eye and adding a touch of sensuality to my appearance. I had taken care to emphasize my eyes with delicate makeup, and to complete it all, I had chosen a black Venetian mask, decorated with delicate patterns that added an aura of mystery to my face. The mask perfectly matched my features, hiding part of my identity while revealing another side of myself, more daring and intriguing. I no longer wanted to be perceived as a fragile little thing, ready to break at any moment, like a delicate glass exp

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

"Just like me, I'm sure you must be feeling proud of your youngest son. He makes me proud and, for the eldest one, he can join you if he wishes." "I will show you their pictures, hang on." He dropped the frame and walked to his ward rope. He drew out a silicon face mask—a mask used to change your facial identity by giving you a completely different face. He wore the mask with a smirk dancing on his lips. He also took out a picture, and on the picture were two boys. Men, because they are all grown-up. "Love." He walked to his bed and sat down. "This is the face you got married to, and this." He faced the men's picture to her. "This is our kids. "

Watched. So we moved. I finally had a good night's sleep this time. Ready for whatever will happen tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a big day. Tomkoor will be the end of all this. And I'll be the one to put an end to it myself. I will make them regret what their son did to my husband. And now, standing in front of a dusty mirror, I looked at my reflection one last time. My real face. “I’m ready,” I said, voice trembling as I pressed the mask against my skin.

The mask of John was not just a disguise; it was a symbol of my rebirth, a shield that would deflect his sinister intentions and reveal the truth he so desperately tried to bury. I refuse to be a pawn in his game any longer. The mask that concealed my true self also fortified my determination, a reminder that I was more than just a victim of his treachery. I was a force to be reckoned with, a storm gathering strength and waiting to strike back with a vengeance.