Novel & Cerita Another Cinderella Story Masquerade

Cinderella. "If you remember our first meet was like that of Cindrella story though it was indirect,you came in the party,we danced together without knowing who we are yet felt a strong connection between us,then you left ..."he said smilingly. Sanyukta widened her eyes,he too felt that it was me whom he was dancing with in masquerade party. "Since that day you're my Ms. Cinderella...I hope you are okay with it."he said gently.His deep black eyes intently looked at her.

Ignoring him, I sipped my drink, hands shaking in the power stand-off between me and my wolf. “Come on,” Seth threw an arm over my shoulder, stirring me out of the balcony, away from the shadows into the light of this stupid masquerade ball. “Let’s go find out who that Cinderella is.” It’s funny how our costumes complement each other. I blew out a breath, going with the flow. My wolf sat on his haunches, delighted at what was happening. I caved into his demand, curious about who this woman was. I could get to know her, have a small chat, and probably a drink or two. What could go wrong?

The streets they walked seemed to come alive with vibrant colors as if nature. Curiosity getting the better of her, Dianne asked, "What kind of celebration are you planning, Nicolas?" Nicolas flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it's going to be a grand affair, Dianne. We're throwing a masquerade ball!" Dianne's heart skipped a beat. A masquerade ball! The very thought sent her imagination soaring. She envisioned herself in an elegant gown, adorned with feathers and sequins, dancing the night away with mysterious strangers. The air would be filled with laughter and enchantment, creating an atmosphere fit for a fairytale.

Indigo replied by scratching her head, "Frozen-Crescent, maybe." The happiness was applied on the pretty face of Nora vanished to hear the venue of the masquerade party and screamed in shock, "Frozen-Crescent!?! Why there... Oh… Not again... It’s fine... I will go there to protect my prince from the evil eye-sight of any other women" Indigo insisted Nora, “My lady… Maybe our prince wants to confess his love, so he arranged a grand masquerade party. Only for you, he is concerned about you, otherwise, why does he want to throw a party all of a sudden… Don’t miss this opportunity”

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

But Cassiopeia had already begun speaking to Alessandro in his native tongue, and the pair were quickly absorbed in their conversation. Geez, lady, this is not a good time to ignore me! It was no use waiting for them to finish. They seemed like they were going to be talking for a while. Feeling annoyed—and somewhat anxious—I had no choice but to leave them. My mind was spinning. Lord Masquerade? Magical? It was easier for me to believe the little girl's dress could glow. Sure, Masquerade was generous and compassionate, but who needs to be magical to have those virtues? Of course, that would explain why he felt different from everyone else.

Isadora asked and this time when Darrian looked over, she was sitting on Eutychus’ lap, while they both sipped their drinks. “Let’s just say it's a wolf’s favourite thing.Ah, it now begins. ” Darrian explained and as he did, the lights on the casino floor changed, everything was dim for a second before the floor was cast in a luminous lighting, casting soft shadows all over. Minutes later, men and women, scantily dressed walked into the room, each with some sort of mask on their faces. “A Masquerade party?” Isadora asked a bit surprised but there was a hint of interest.

The card read: Remind them who you are in the light. From Lucian: A deep, blood-red velvet gown. It was heavy, vintage, and draped like a second skin. It didn't look like an heiress’s dress; it looked like a woman who wasn't afraid to burn the house down. There was no card—just a single dried rose. "Which one, Ella?" Maya whispered. "The world is waiting for your answer." I looked at the red velvet. It was a scandal waiting to happen. It was a signal to the Board that I wasn't going to be their puppet. I reached out and touched the fabric. "The red one. If they want a show, let's give them a masterpiece."

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.

Lyra's POV The ballroom is a swirl of color and mystery, the air thick with perfume and secrets. I adjust my ornate mask, grateful for the anonymity it provides. Tonight's masquerade is more than just a celebration of our newly merged realms – it's a powder keg of political intrigue, waiting for a spark. I scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces behind elaborate disguises. A flash of silver catches my eye – Xander, his broad shoulders unmistakable even beneath an intricately designed wolf mask. My heart skips a beat, and I silently curse my body's betrayal.