Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball Novels & Stories

The masquerade ball was already in full swing when I arrived. Dominant males and females gathered together in clusters, gossiping and giggling about the ball. Their excitement was through the roof, but mine wasn't. All I wanted was to escape this ill fate that was waiting for me. Adjusting the mask I had switched with my cousin, I smoothed my dress and made my way inside. Everything was different. The mask, the dress and even the rope hanging from my waist. I made sure that there was no way that Kendall or Jace could recognise me.

The evening of the charity gala had finally arrived, and the grand ballroom was bathed in a warm, golden light. Sarah stood in the center of the room, surveying the decorations with a sense of pride. The masquerade ball theme, conceived by Nicholas, was brought to life with intricate masks, lavish candelabras, and a sea of black and gold balloons. The black tie optional dress code, also Nicholas' idea, would ensure a sophisticated and elegant atmosphere, perfect for the high-society guests who would be attending.

Tonight , secrecy would be their only ally. She’d rather be at home in bed with her son but the masquerade ball was the biggest party thrown once a year for the Manhattan elites and she knew her chances of coming across her ex husband were high. Cassian had asked her to come with him and she insisted she wasn’t coming. She hoped he wouldn’t notice her. Cassian scanned the room from a balcony vantage point, noting the dancers, the laughter, the sparkling lights—but his eyes always flicked toward Grant.

“Anna, how much did this fucking cost?!” Anna’s idea of “I’ll help you get your boyfriend back” was a masquerade ball. Not a party, a freaking ball. Like something out of medieval fantasy. The moment I stepped into the ballroom, it was like I’d stepped into an alternate dimension. No, a fantasy land. One where I was a masked princess.

Lucas takes my hand the moment we step out of his dark Limousine. A thousand lights flash in our faces and it took me back to the night of the Rivera ball. The carpet is red and as we walk up the stairs, I see many people in their masks, one even has on a peacock mask and it makes me giggle. A mask ball is like a mature version of kids playing hide and seek. I'm wearing a golden satin gown. The length of it is to my high heels shoes, my hair is parked in a stylish bun by a very expensive hairdresser, Lucas called in. Turns out, he hasa Manor here in New York. A lot bigger that the mansion in Seattle.

“The prince declared a masquerade ball to announce his beloved to the court. The king and queen were excited that their son had finally chosen a bride, and happily agreed to meet her at the ball. The prince then dressed his love in silks and a beautiful silver mask. She looked the part of a queen, even if her blood was common. “She was the most beautiful guest of the ball. She charmed the king. She charmed the queen. They felt she was the right choice for their son and the country. The king gave his permission for the two of them to be wed. It was after this declaration that the woman removed her mask and revealed her station to be nothing more than that of a servant.

Their efforts to keep up with modern beauty standards show Vivian what aging is like. In the group, a few adult children voluntarily accompanied their parents, perhaps hoping their children would meet many talented people. Round tables are reserved for important guests. There's even a ballroom at the end of the lobby. Vivian immediately saw the long refreshment table when she entered. Feeling like an outsider compared to everyone here, she strode through the golden-lit ballroom.

“Tell him to enjoy the view… while he still can.” The hall outside buzzed with movement—servants rushing about, guards standing at attention, and the muffled notes of string music drifting in from the east wing. My pulse thrummed beneath my skin like war drums. Tonight was a masquerade in more ways than one. Everyone hid their intentions behind smiles and painted masks. But me? I was done pretending. The wolves in silk and satin would dance, drink, and make merry, and then the blood would spill. And when the moonlight hit the ballroom floor just right, and the crowd was thick with laughter, Alpha Kieran would feel the cold kiss of steel before the night was over.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

The night of the masquerade ball, a ball usually held to celebrate a successful mating season. I held Medora's costume in my arms as I climbed the stairs to her room. The fabric was deep purple silk with silver embroidery that was very elegant. The mask was delicate and beautiful with tiny crystals that sparkled like stars. She was going to look like a princess. I nodded with approval. I knocked on her door and waited. "Come in." She was sitting at her vanity staring at her reflection. Her hair was already done in an elaborate style and her makeup was perfect. I noticed the resigned look on her face.