روايات وقصص ضمن Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball

“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.

This is what happens when you go too long without vitamin D. I pushed off the bed and noticed something on the tip of his dresser. An envelope, which looked like an invitation. Thick, broken, sealed, and expensive with my name on it and his. I opened carefully. •The Black Veil Masquerade Ball. Hosted by the Crawford Family. Mantel Society Estate, Manhattan. Formal attire required. Masks mandatory. Attendees: Roman Cappellucci and Calista Cappellucci.• I blinked. A masquerade ball? He hadn’t told me a damn word. I checked the card again only to notice that it was set for tonight.

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.

She looked like a princess from a fairy tale. She approached me and held out the dress for me to see. "What do you think?" she asked eagerly. "Isn't it beautiful? I found it at the vintage shop downtown. It's one of a kind. It's perfect for the masquerade ball tonight. I already have a matching mask and shoes." I was thinking where am I stuck? what should I will do now? The mating ceremony is tonight and I'm sure archard will definitely force me? how I will face Valentina again?

I had some eyeshadow and lipstick that would perfectly suit the blue color of the dress, and with my cat mask, I would look mysterious and elegant. He would never suspect that it was me behind it all, and after the ball, I could slip home without anyone ever knowing that I was there. I imagined that it would be rather like Cinderella and Prince Charming, only in this version of the story, Prince Charming would never see Cinderella again; at least, he wouldn’t know it when he did see her. But I was okay with that. I just wanted one night with him, one night to feel beautiful and like a normal girl.

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.