Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball Novels & Stories

“Thank you, that part slipped my mind.” “No problem. I’ll charge you double for all the expenses once she’s off the hook.” He chuckled. “The other ID card—that’s the name listed on the Moonlight Ball, so she needs to present that. It’s a masquerade ball, so choose a mask she won’t be recognized easily.” “Nice.” I couldn’t deny the relief in my voice. At least no one will notice her until I find the King that day. It seemed fate was on our side this time.

But she vowed, as she slipped into it hours later, that surrender would never belong to her. The masquerade ball unfolded like a nightmare dipped in gold. Bianca descended the marble staircase of Matteo’s villa, the gown hugging her like a second skin, the mask hiding half her face but not her trembling. Candlelight gleamed off crystal chandeliers, spilling across a sea of velvet, satin, and jewels. Men in tailored suits. Women in gowns heavy enough to crush bone. Every face hidden behind painted masks, every smile sharpened like teeth. She felt them all watching her.

As her thoughts returned, she realized Shawn had appeared at her side, casually wiping a highball glass. “Why not find some fun after being cooped up on the island for so long?” He smiled, elegantly bowing in a gesture of invitation. “Ms. Sanders, there’s a masquerade ball tonight. Put on a mask, forget your troubles for a while. What do you say?” Mia wanted to refuse at first, but when she caught her own pale, haggard reflection in the mirror, then she nodded inexplicably. Perhaps, she really did need a little disguise and a brief moment to breathe.

The grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand floating lanterns veiled in crimson silk, transforming the nightly gathering into the Masquerade of Veiled Whispers — one of the manor’s most intimate solstice traditions. Guests wore elaborate half-masks of lace, gold, and enchanted ice that subtly altered voices and heightened senses. Music pulsed low and sensual, a slow waltz that invited bodies to press close under the cover of anonymity.

Rue pressed on. Lowering my voice, I snapped. “Lizzy’s going to be there. So will her daughters. What if they see me there?” “It’s a masquerade ball. Everyone’s going to be on disguise anyway.” Knowing my best friend, she would not let on until I give in to her plan. “I’m not saying I’d go but even if I were, how would I do it? I don’t have an invite,” I told Rue now. Rue rubbed her hands deliciously. “I thought you’d never ask. I know a maid over at the Stone mansion who’ll let us in. And before you ask, I already picked out the perfect dress and mask for you. I was just waiting for you to say yes!”

Easy for him to say…He hadn't been the one she'd tried to manipulate into marriage…I accepted a glass of whisky from another waiter before retreating toward the edge of the ballroom. "Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to tonight's masquerade." The DJ shouted My eyes searched the crowd almost instinctively then I found her…Natalie. She lifted an emerald-green mask to her face before tying the ribbon neatly behind her head. I took another sip of whisky…then another as I watched her dance to the songs being played "You've been staring for the last five minutes." …Cassian murmured beside me, accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

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.

Rated PG-Mature Content The crunch of the leaves was the only noise trickling in the darkness of the late winter night, as the fairy knight's boots made their way along the pathway to the Lord Camilton manor. The fairy knight had been invited to the fairy masquerade ball and was greatly looking forward to it. His luminous mask, firmly in place, hid his elegant features well. The powerful line of his jaw the only thing apparent beneath the glowing satin, his eyes peering out mischievously. A smile twitched at his seductive mouth as the harmony of fairy music flowed down from the ballroom, and the torches illuminated his path the rest of the way.

After I told them what had happened, Anna struck me across the face. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "You're going back to that psychopath? Was having your legs broken not enough for you?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. For the first time, I did not argue. I looked at both of them and spoke calmly. "The Don said someone from the Rossi family must attend the ballet." I let the words settle before I continued. "But it will not be either of us."

Dear Lady Emily Moore, We are inviting you to a masquerade ball that will be held at the Golden Castle in St. Betown this weekend. We are pleased to let you know that you have been requested by the young queen of Niapachad Island, Queen Arabella Dragomir and you will be provided with the necessity for the ball. Follow the instructions given and you will find your prize. We will be waiting for your arrival. On the behalf of Queen Arabella Dragomir.