Novel & Cerita Another Cinderella Story Masquerade

*** “Nina, this is a huge catastrophe. I already had problems getting close to Tommaso, but now I feel like it will be impossible.” I free myself out of her hug and walk out behind the counter as if it was suffocating me. “How can I marry a man I don’t have any connection with, if there is the possibility of having something like that! Him!” Nina shrugs, looking at me with a saddened expression. “Well, it was a forbidden night, you were both masked and you didn’t share any details. Maybe you could concentrate on the fact that it was just something special for the event. Probably, you wouldn’t match in real life.”

Luna read the note carefully and then looked at the debt collector, his tone was perfect to tell the story, and she was surprised by what he said. "Even though I'm a lender, I also do business fairly. I'm afraid that Vivian taking this money through illegal means will affect me. That's why I let someone investigate her. I didn't expect Vivian to turn from Cinderella into a princess." He smiled happily. "You know, she caught her a goldfish." Placing the paper on the table, she leaned back in her chair. "What do you want?" Adjusting his position in the chair, he leaned forward, holding out ten fingers. "The payment she owes me with ten percent interest."

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.

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.

Elias, next to me, stood up straight and proud, like he was claiming his place. Noelle was shaking with anger as she looked at me. "Darcy, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Andrew rushed over too, whispering to me: "Darcy, don't be silly! Stop the wedding now!" I did not listen to them and passed the microphone to the person next to me. "Elias, tell everyone why you're here." Elias and I exchanged smiles, his voice calm and clear. "Today, I'm standing here because Howard gave me fifteen thousand dollars to pretend to be him at this wedding. "

“I just— I thought William’s wife was someone else. A woman named Elise. At the masquerade party—” “Oh, don’t be silly,” Jasmine said with a cheerful demeanor. “I used a fake French accent. It was a masquerade party, after all. The whole point was to be someone else. And after being blindsided and betrayed by my ex-husband? Well, I quite enjoyed the fantasy.” Martin’s jaw tightened. I could see the sweat beading along his forehead. His hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something to ground him.

She wore a red mask that matched her dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect curls. I almost laughed. Charlotte had forced me to marry Xeros pretending to be her, and now she couldn’t even show her face in public. She was pretending to be me now, hiding behind a mask, bidding on a painting created by the very person she tried to erase. The irony made my lips twitch. I leaned back in my seat, quietly amused. She had no idea whose painting was being auctioned tonight. Stealing my paintings wouldn't be enough to help her this time around.

She and her husband will be celebrating their 25th anniversary today, and they wanted me to join them for dinner and drinks. I groaned inwardly, feeling like the universe was taunting me with images of happy couples and successful families. Why couldn't I have a love life like theirs? Why couldn't I find someone who truly understood me, someone who would stand by my side through thick and thin? But then, as I looked closer at the invitation, something caught my eye. It wasn't just any ordinary party - it was a masquerade ball. And not just any masquerade ball, but one themed around fairy tales and mythology. Suddenly, I felt a spark of excitement ignite within me. Maybe this was exactly what

"Isn't all this like Cinderella? You are Cinderella, disappearing at midnight and I'm your Prince." Midnight shook his head biting down a chuckle. "Cinderella my ass."

I addressed the imposter, a layer of disdain barely hidden beneath my words, "From now on, may I call you Rina? I hope you don’t mind, as I wanted something to call you something exclusive for the both of us. " She nodded, her lips curved into a coy smile. “Of course, my Lord. I’ll be honored.” With careful hands, I offered her a mask, an embodiment of her lies. “What is this, my Lord?” she queried. "From now on, you will wear this mask until our wedding day," I explained softly. My eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise in the air. “No one in Blood Rose should see your face except me and Ashford. I am doing this to protect you from our enemies. Do you understand that?”