Agamemnon Mask 소설 & 이야기

I said stressing the word admirer then looking at Mark, "secondly it was just flowers from MAGNIFICO, and I thought you got them too." "I didn't get any." Oh, Blackwood you are going to be on the stand soon. "This time it is not flowers, it is something more expensive." We both looked at Mark confused and he went inside and brought the package out for me to see. I opened it and saw a white gold mask with swirl designs. It looked nice but I don't think I am wearing a dress that matches the mask. My magenta dress with the black ombre design was definitely not the perfect match for this beautiful mask.

So when it was my time to come up the stage, I just passed by the adjacent door connected to the ballroom which will leads to a platform connected to a grand staircase. I was already briefed what to do so Andrea just simply guided me and help me put on my mask. Her hands were even a bit cold and shaking. I can’t help but laugh at that. What is she so nervous for? My mask is in silver with gold and black patterns. It has a few white and black feathers with streaks of gold at both sides in different sizes. "This is Elijiah." She said as soon as she finished tying ribbon of my mask. She held my shoulder and looked at me carefully, as if a mom examining her daughter for any bruises.

As the ding resounds again, I’m just in time to see his broad back disappear to the right. “I’m so sorry. I’m really looking forward to my new bag.” Elisabetta remains standing another second awkwardly, before she scurries after her brother. Yeah. Awesome, indeed. *** The moment I arrive home, I have a very bad feeling. Nina and I swore to keep today’s event secret, but it weighs heavy in my stomach. It is paired with my sense of guilt at the upcoming party. Which gets even intensified by the fact that I’m carrying around a lilac mask with golden embellishments and feathers in a bag freshly bought from an exclusive boutique. After setting my bags down in my room, I go out to join my family t

"I think we've just discovered an even bigger problem." Orion's expression darkened. "The Realm has a guardian." Elyra looked at him. "A guardian?" Astera nodded slowly. "The Keeper of Memories." No one spoke. Then the darkness moved again. A single figure emerged. Wrapped in flowing robes woven from black and silver threads. Its face was hidden behind a smooth white mask. On the mask... One silver tear was painted beneath the left eye. The figure carried no weapon. It simply walked. Calmly. Gracefully.

I go over the dresses and the matching masks. All of them are beautiful in their way. I select an embroidered emerald gown with a matching lace mask. Alessandro would look great in royal green, I think to myself. I bite my lip thinking about the way he traced my lips yesterday. Nevertheless, I snap out of it and head to the art gallery.

Everyone would stop doubting him after seeing it. Darryl hummed in acknowledgment and nodded before taking out the mask. Everyone present had their gazes fixed on the mask in an instant, their faces filled with disbelief. The golden mask of Elysium Gate’s Sect Master?

"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?"

He reached back into the bag and pulled out a mask. It was a Venetian half-mask, painted gold with sharp features. "You aren't just dressing me for a party," I realized, looking up at him. "You're dressing me for battle." "You are the Queen on the board, Elena," Nico said softly. He tossed the mask onto the bed next to the dress. "The Queen is the most powerful piece but she's also the one everyone tries to take down to get to the King." He walked around the bed, standing in front of me. He reached out and unzipped my jeans with quick, decisive movements.

But this was enough for her son to escape and hide from the fairies who wanted to kill Erenea. "Grow up to be cheerful. Grow up, be honest, and be helpful. Love your neighbor, and use your power for good, Erenea. I love you very much, I promise, I will protect you until my last breath." Agamemnon's tears were falling. He knew that a king couldn't cry in front of other guests, but he didn't care now because there was nothing more painful than the feeling of a father separated from his son. Agamemnon placed Erenea inside the golden egg. He covered it up and now it looks like something has stuck in there and it's become a full egg. He hugged the egg one last time and kissed it before he release

"What are you doing here, Lysander?" "I brought a peace offering," Lysander said. "And a solution." He opened the box. Inside was a mask. Not leather or feathers. It was made of diamond-encrusted platinum filigree. It was delicate, expensive, and blindingly bright. "For you," Lysander said to Elion. "Paolo told me you 'lost' yours. This one is better. It belonged to a Venetian count." Elion stared at the mask. It looked like a cage made of ice.