Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ana was known around the court for her bright green eyes, and she did anything she could to make them a focal point of hers, seeing the only other attribute of hers worth noting was her clumsiness. She looked out the window to the shed and continued, "I wonder if our little Cinderella will try to come to the ball tonight. The invitation stated for all women of each household to attend, but I can't imagine anyone like her being there!" she said through a laugh and a horribly attempted accent. I don't even know what accent she was attempting; all I know is she sounded ridiculous.

Even if it means going to a boring ball, he will go as long as it will stop his father from preaching about cork wives. THE SUN FINALLY lost its glam on the sky. Lamps have now lit the Englisian streets. Ladies wore their finest gowns and silks as they rode in their carriages to attend the masquerade ball. Men took their dates and boasted their titles. The gates of the palace were now open for guests. For the masquerade is now finally open for all. "Is everything ready now, Anaj?" Elizabeth's voice echoed as she stepped in front of a tall mirror.

She knew the event was a success. Sarah had meticulously planned a masquerade ball, transforming the venue into a whimsical Venetian garden with ornate masks adorning every table. As the clock struck midnight, guests donned their masks and filled the dance floor, twirling and whirling to a live band playing enchanting waltzes. Sarah's hard work paid off as attendees were swept away in an evening of mystique and joy, creating memories lingering in their hearts for years to come.

But she had brought them to her wedding. Now everyone would know she was extremely rich, and was getting married to a rich man too. Hmph! She grinned from ear to ear like a fool. But the big devil wasn't smiling. His nose flared, and his brows pinched. That scent_ He recognized the scent even from afar. Cinderella? Indeed, Cinderella hid underneath one of the masks and pretended to be a dancer. She had come to see Royalty one last time. To warn him to stop painting naked pictures of her.

Luna Renae’s aim is to keep me so occupied, I won’t be able to keep up with the tasks given to the contenders. I groan, tossing the rake into the wall. There’s a ball later tonight to celebrate the start of the selection. Tonight, Alpha Kier will take the hand of the most beautifully dressed woman in the gathering and gift her with a dance. The ball is mask-themed, to ensure everyone gets a fair chance. I don’t have a dress, or shoes, and I smell like horseshit. But I will attend that ball. It is the first step in my plan. An hour to the ball, I finish cleaning the stables and head back to the castle. I sight Lovette on the spiraling staircases and I wave at her. “Lov—“

“Why are you still standing here? Go get ready. Good stylists and makeup artists are limited. Start booking now.” The ladies finally got it and many rushed out, looking anxious. I bet the town’s salons and couture shops would be packed this afternoon. Veronica dragged me outside, asking urgently, “Hey! What do you think the ball means? Is it about who dresses the best? That Madam Talia is such an old bitch, she tells us nothing!” I was just as clueless. How does a masquerade ball relate to the selection? Is it about who dances best?

Barbara paused at the threshold to the ballroom, her breath fogging the air before her, her mind asking her for the millionth time over if she could do this. This final task that was finally going to set her free. She adjusted the plain satin mask she had on her face. Her piece for the night was white, unadorned... a mere ghost among the colorful peacocks littered across the room in their creative, probably ridiculously expensive face blockers and even more expensive clothing ensembles. It was a masquerade ball, remember? The theme was one Barbie couldn’t be more grateful for. To suit the task of the night, Barbie had decided that her disguise would be plain-Jane Barbie. Her gown was a dull

Chapter 5 Two weeks after that unforgettable day on the yacht, I found myself standing in front of a mirror again, this time in a long, midnight-blue gown that clung to every curve. The masquerade ball at Sincere’s family estate was a big deal, his parents threw it every summer for their closest friends, business partners, and the city’s elite. Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, guests in elaborate masks, and champagne flowing like water. It felt like stepping into another world.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

"I got us tickets to the Crimson Masquerade next Friday. Costumes, dancing, dramatic lights, vampires, forbidden lovers — all the dramatic things you love. I have something I want to share with you first, before anyone else. Figured this would be the right place to tell you. Love, L." Two tickets were attached. A real masquerade ball. An exclusive one. The kind I’d dreamed of since I was a kid. I squealed and called him immediately, but it went to voicemail. I texted him instead, threw off my covers, and sprinted to Maya’s room. "Maya!" She jolted upright, clutching her blanket. "What the hell—"