Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball Novels & Stories

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.

Too quickly. There was a pause before she sighed. “Fine, I’ll let it go.... for now. Anyway, I didn’t call to interrogate you. I have news! There’s a masquerade ball tonight. Only the elite of the elite get in, and you’re coming with me.” “A masquerade ball?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Yes! It’s going to be glamorous, exclusive, and just the kind of distraction you need. Come on, Ruby. You’re from one of the most prestigious families in Chicago. You’ll fit right in. See it as dues paid for running away from the club yesterday.”

"Can It wait? Cause I'm a little occupied for now." "Don't worry, your manager is gon' fix some one in your place." I said. "Let's get going." I caught the manager red face at the last seconds even though she tries to hid it. ||Arlington Arlington|| The masquerade ball is organised in such a huge and influential way. I haven't attended one before but anyone could easily tell this isn't just any type of ball. I held Hardie's hand tightly as we passed through different faces, though I can't really tell who they are cause they are all putting on masks. With their appearance, some one could easily tell they are no set of good people.