Romans & histoires Fifty Shades Of Grey Masquerade

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.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

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.

She adjusted her silver mask, the only thing shielding her identity tonight. Beside her, Aria looked deadly in her backless black gown, a raven-feathered mask obscuring half her face. If Grace was the storm, Aria was the blade in its eye. “This is insane,” Nathaniel muttered from behind them, adjusting the cuff of his midnight blue suit. “Masquerade or not, this is an elite meeting of criminals, tycoons, and people who make global wars look like business deals.” “We blend in,” Grace said. “We play their game. And we find out who sent that invitation.”

“And… boom. All done.” I shot him a grateful smile, pushed myself up from the chair and grabbed the bottle of shimmer body oil. I rubbed it all over my skin, leaving gold flecks everywhere the light touched. The music outside faded, letting us know the act was almost over and I reached for the last piece of my outfit. My mask. I slipped it over my eyes and locked eyes with myself in the mirror. Corinne Sterling was gone. Lyra Flynn is also gone. All that remained was Lux.

I hum in agreement. Before we can move further, a servant steps forward, holding out a velvet tray filled with masks. I nudge her. “Pick one.” Her brows shoot up. “Wait… this is a masquerade?” I nod. Sid huffs. “Well, that explains your mysterious masked-woman look.” She reaches forward and selects a black mask studded with tiny diamonds, turning it in the light with clear approval. Then she glances at me and frowns. “Where’s Alex?”

Epilogue: Grayson & Honey Friday Night, 8:47 PM Honey adjusted the emerald mask in the dressing room mirror, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Five months pregnant, and she still craved this, the anonymity, the freedom, the delicious surrender that only The Velvet Room could provide. They didn't do it often now. They didn't need to. "You're glowing," Madam V observed from the doorway, her knowing smile visible behind her signature red velvet mask. "Pregnancy suits you, Red."