Novel & Cerita Blissful Masquerade

A spark runs through me, tingling where I shouldn’t still feel him. I shake it off like a guilty pleasure. Sighing, I reach for something safer. A black dress. It’s long, simple, not revealing and definitely do not scream for attention. But it’s body-hugging and I wonder if I’m ready for that kind of closeness… with myself. Still, it will have to do. Anya will outshine me, anyway. She always does and honestly, I’ve made peace with being the dim light in her galaxy. It’s already seven and the invitation Mama left says eight-thirty. So, I have enough time. Apparently, it’s a masquerade event. How fitting for me. Rich people wearing masks to fundraise a system that’s already broken.

Servants bustled through the corridors, arms full of velvet cloth, crystal trays, and golden decor, transforming the grand mansion into something that felt less like a home and more like a scene out of a dream—twisted, elegant, and unreal. Emilia stood by the garden entrance, arranging white roses along the edge of a stone archway. The scent was sweet, too sweet, and it reminded her of syrup—cloying and heavy. The flowers were perfect, like everything in the estate, and yet she couldn’t shake the uneasy flutter in her stomach. Today was the masquerade. She hadn't seen Dante since the night by the fireplace. His words still echoed in her mind, low and rough with something too raw to name. "I

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

Akshara looked stunning in her looks along with wine in her hands; she reflected the luminosity from the fireflies which usually used for decoration in Frozen Crescent and thought to her, “Since it is a masquerade party, he cannot find me. With the help of this mask, no one can identify me. I must act wisely by not falling into any traps set by filthy men… I must shut my ears and will not provoke by any kind of language I hear… My ruthless mind is lingering with his thoughts. Will I encounter him today? Oh… no… I must not think of him… I deleted him from my mind… He is the crown prince for the kingdom I stay to where I don’t know how I reach here in first hand… But I am now a barmaid… We can

The anonymity of it emboldened me, making the terrifying prospect seem a little less so. The night of the masquerade, Elysium was transformed. Velvet drapes were replaced with shimmering fabrics in deep jewel tones, candelabras cast flickering shadows that danced on the walls, and every patron wore a mask. The usual, everyday faces were gone, replaced by characters from a fever dream. Some chose elaborate Venetian designs, with long, beaked noses and feathers that swayed with every step. Others opted for simple satin dominoes. The music was different, too—a rich, slow melody that pulsed with an intoxicating rhythm. The air was thick with perfume, anticipation, and the silent camaraderie of a

“You can’t see it much right now, but our royal princess has the most flawless and creamiest skin on the planet. Lucky bitch.” I laugh at her compliment and suddenly feel his fingers grazing my leg. “Oh, no. I can see.” As I redirect my eyes at him, my breath hitches in my throat. His eyes are just… Clearing it, I try to divert the tension that is building up and am glad, my mask hides most of my blush. “I was just blessed with good genes, but I paid for it with my nose.” I hold my hand in front of my mask, and everyone snickers.

But I held myself. She slowly took the blindfold and a gasp left my lips. Bruhhhh, she's a goddess. The lingerie hugged every part it was meant to and accentuated her shape. She looked yummy, and I Couldn't help but scream out loud, "This is my wife, y'all, my wife." And she burst into laughter. Even at this moment, her laughter sounds rhythmical and magical.