Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Novels & Stories

Bianca's POV I walked into the grand hall slowly, the sharp click of my heels echoing against marble floors that glittered like spilled champagne. For a moment, my heart stalled in my chest. This didn’t look like the lair of a Mafia city. No...this looked like a fairy tale kingdom, a masquerade straight out of Cinderella’s storybook. Golden chandeliers dripped crystals overhead, casting rainbows across velvet drapes. The crowd sparkled with silk gowns and masks feathered in emeralds and rubies.

he asked. “Hand me over your outer coat.” Rai (Cinderella) answered. “I have to disguise myself as a guard!” he told him as he decisively cut his hair (wig)! Vince (Henry)’s eyes widened in shock, but he understood what Rai (Cinderella) wanted to do. He went out of the room and knocked out one of the guards before he stole their armor and handed them to Rai (Cinderella) for him to use. Meanwhile, Florian’s subordinates who went with him have already gone to the dungeon to rescue the other guards in the palace.

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

My head thunked hard and I saw stars. Everything went crazy. Someone grabbed the Queen Mother. Someone grabbed me. Lace hung from my dress in a long strip, showing the soft pink satin underneath. It felt like I was more exposed than if I were naked. My pale pink high heeled shoe sat on the bottom step looking like Cinderella had left it there for the prince to find.

I hold up the letter “now I guess the winter formal.” “Do you want to read it now or read it later?” “Do you mind if I read it later alone?” “You can read it when you are ready my dear, we are here to get you three girls dresses for the ball, and with it being masquerade I have got in touch with a dear friend of mine, and I have a small selection of masks to go with dresses I just hope that we have one that goes well for each of you.” “I’m sure we’ll find something Mom we know how stylish your dresses are.” Jen hugs into her mom as her mom kisses the top of her head.

"Oh, I'm so excited to get you ready for the ball! You're going to look stunning!" I forced a smile, not sharing her enthusiasm. Jasmine continued, "I've never been to a ball in my life, it'd be a dream come true. I'll be Cinderella with a stunning yet dangerous mask on, and my prince charming will come searching for me after I leave. But I won't leave my glass heels behind – imagine leaving behind glass heels that cost forty grand? I don't care, I'm going back for those!" We burst out laughing at the absurdity. I was grateful for Jasmine's presence, I really needed a laugh. "I mean, just imagine that." She said. Our laughter trailed off.

And the dress is the only thing I can give her as a token of love and appreciation. "Cinn, we only have five hours left until the ball starts." "Yeah. So? I will wear one of these dresses." I point towards the evening gowns laying down on the floor. Even though there is nothing special in them, I will style myself well. But there is another problem. Masks! It turned out to be a masquerade ball. Someone gave the idea while I was absent and crying in my room that it should be a theme ball and what better than masks? So, now, even if I put my life on my makeup, Tristian won't be able to get a glimpse of my face. No face, no melting of heart. I have to work with the magic of my words, which as f

The whole area was decorated with Christmas themed flowers, gold and ice sculptures. “Ah, you are here! We have only got half an hour to the guest arrive, so hurry and get changed!” Lucas said as Jacob and Jamie walked to the changing room. “For Christ’s sakes don’t forget your masks!” Lucas called. ========================================= “I don’t understand how Dom and Cassandra can work tonight for another Gang, but could not help me!” Nancy complained as she sat down at her allocated seat. She was wearing a tight-fitting silver sequinned dress with red shoes and a peacock mask.

I smooth out the silk of my gown and put my mask on, a black velvet masquerade mask with pretty feathers and tiny, glittering gems stitched along its edges. Tonight, we're attending Sabrina's masquerade birthday gala at the Windsor Estate in the Upper East Side. Lucas is throwing what is probably the grandest birthday party this year that New York city has witnessed in decades. My stylist, Ruese, whom I owe an endless thanks for turning me into a work of art, hands me a pair of chandelier earrings. I put them on, slip on my gold stilettos and grab my clutch. “The limo is ready, ma'am,” Max announces, his hand extended, helping me with my faux fur before leading me out.

The only problems were; this was a masquerade Ball and everyone was dressed in their finest; and everyone was wearing complicated masks so no one could be recognized at first glance. I wore an aqua blue ball gown with silver threading and a silver mask to go with it. I’d tied my golden hair in an elegant French bun at the back of my head and used a silver comb with blue gemstones to secure the bun in place. Several tendrils of hair fell around my face and the only jewelry I was wearing were a blue teardrop necklace that Jonathan had gifted me this morning and my daylight bracelet. Jonathan wore a black suit and pants with a blue shirt underneath. His mask was set in black with glittering blu