Cinderella Masquerade Ball Novels & Stories

I wasn’t alone in this fight anymore. “Enough of that depressing talk,” he said, squeezing my hand gently. “We have a ball to attend tonight.” “A ball?” I blinked, completely thrown off guard. A ball? Seriously? He grinned. “A masquerade ball. I got an invitation. And you’re coming with me.” “What? No way!” I protested, shaking my head. “I can’t go to a ball. It’s too risky. Someone might recognize me.” He rolled his eyes. “That’s the point of the masks, no one will see your face talk more of recognizing you. Besides, it’s the perfect opportunity for you to leave the Estate. You’ve been desperate to that.”

She even wanted revenge. While familiarizing herself with the script, Kisa tried to create a new look for herself. She tried on clothes that she would have never worn before. Under Mia's guidance, she also tried putting on makeup. Before this, she had never had a drop of alcohol, but now she could down a couple of drinks. Kisa smiled as she looked at the stranger in the mirror. She wanted to appear as a new and improved Kisa in front of her enemies and erase all her visible weaknesses before this. The masquerade ball was held by one of Mia's friends. The music at the ball was melodious and smooth. The colors were exquisite. People around were exchanging toasts as they were living their best

CHAPTER 27 Bern's Masquerade Ball is a spectacular event with only special people invited to participate in the event. It ranked as the top five of the most anticipated party of the year. The invitation is as coveted as praying for manna. Socialites, tycoons, artists, politicians, and the shaker and movers of the country descend on this small town every 9th of May to celebrate Bern's weeklong event. Agnes gasped at the grand ballroom turning into a fairytale land complete with a vast fountain splashing at the center. At a raised stage, an orchestra is playing the classic song of waltz and ballads, while at the ceiling are acrobatic fairies dancing and flying from one chandelier to another wh

“We are said Kariya after paying for the suit. The pairs then had to go get their masques for the ball. The group then went Oceana to get their masques. Moira picked out a white and gold masque whereas Kariya got a black and gold masque. They were now ready for the ball. Three days later the castle was decked in black and white. They had a huge chandelier hanging from the celling, there were tables full of food, there was a jester and men with horns and violins. After decorating and setting up outside the castle was lit up with a litany of colors signifying the elements.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

“Anna, how much did this fucking cost?!” Anna’s idea of “I’ll help you get your boyfriend back” was a masquerade ball. Not a party, a freaking ball. Like something out of medieval fantasy. The moment I stepped into the ballroom, it was like I’d stepped into an alternate dimension. No, a fantasy land. One where I was a masked princess.

The pout having no sway with her. “You say that every year. It’s Masquerade. We can make you up, so no one knows who you are. Pretty please.” Em put her hands together in a begging motion. “I don’t have a dress. Sorry Em.” Ella apologised to Em, took a last sip of her coffee, and wiped her hands clean of any remaining chocolate slice. “Yes, you do.” As Em took the now empty coffee cups and rubbish. Placing them in a bin behind the long glass display counter.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Dear Lady Emily Moore, We are inviting you to a masquerade ball that will be held at the Golden Castle in St. Betown this weekend. We are pleased to let you know that you have been requested by the young queen of Niapachad Island, Queen Arabella Dragomir and you will be provided with the necessity for the ball. Follow the instructions given and you will find your prize. We will be waiting for your arrival. On the behalf of Queen Arabella Dragomir.

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