Masked Tuxedo Novels & Stories

I gushed, running up to her. “Thanks,” she muttered, her fingers worrying one of the buttons on her vest. “But I’m still nervous. I’ve never modeled before.” Nodding, I reached into my bag and pulled out a delicate Venetian-style mask. “Here, put this on. It might help you feel more confident if you’re a little disguised.” Tina looked confused, but took the mask anyway. Little did she know that it was just a way to minimize questions over why Edwin would be arriving in his own mask. “Um, okay. If you say so.”

As soon as I saw this mask in a shop, I instantly fell in love with it and was sure it would go with my dress. The car stopped in front of the mansion. We stepped out of the car and Tyler gave the car keys to a parking valet before we walked towards the large black oak door which is the entrance. The door was being held open for us by a butler in white and black work suit who smiled politely at us. Tyler was standing to my right whereas Finn to my left. I grinned at them before extending my arms to both of them. Tyler was wearing a grey suit with a black shining tie and Finn was wearing a brown suit with a burgundy tie. They both wore a matching black mask embroidered with silver stones. All

I walked straight to my closet and pulled out Brioni Tuxedo, I walked to my full length mirror and put on the tuxedo pant, I wore my white shirt, and lastly was my long tuxedo jacket, and the last thing I wore on my head was my Judge's wig which sit perfectly on my head, I walked to my shoe rack and took out my Christian Louboutin heels which was a red bottom heels, I wore it on and it fitted perfectly with my outfit, and for my earring, I wore Tiffany and co jewelry in my ear and on my wrist, and the last thing I wore was my usual perfume which exudes aura, Holding my mask, I stood before my full length mirror admiring the woman I'm seeing, I changed my bag from channel to a black Coach bag

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

There was an hour left before the wedding. I sat before the vanity mirror, staring at photos from Hannah Hawkes' ex, Lucas Tate, on my phone. In them, he wore my custom-tailored suit and smiled as he held her by the waist. Hannah looked up at him with eyes full of affection. His text followed. "She said I look better in this than you do. "If you want your wedding to go smoothly, beg me." I locked the screen and looked up at the makeup artist. "About the custom-tailored suit I couldn't wear at the last minute, is it true that there was just a tailoring error?"

I thought the Fancy Pants Club is only composed of high-statured men and a highborn lady, but it seems they have a unique-gendered member too. The door going to the second floor which was Alec’s living quarters opened and out he stepped wearing a dashing gray tuxedo. From being a tangled mess earlier, his long black hair was now cleanly secured at the back with a band. When I first saw him, he had a make-up on with a pink lipstick and a brown eyeshadow, but now, I don’t see any traces of it. His face was smooth and white, like a pearl and he had a diamond cross earring in his left ear.

Why my gown looks like im revealing everything in me? Uncle Drake: it’s fine, you are not just used to wear that kind of dress. Okay, here’s the photo of the vip and his tux. Alex: while looking at the photo. He has a mask? How will i recognizes that he is the one when all the people here wearing mask. Uncle you’re kidding right? Uncle drake. Look at hos neck. He has a big mole on his neck. Just go there and get his wallet and take a picture of the blue card.

She stepped out, grabbing a sleek, molded matte-black visor-style mask that covered the upper half of her face, leaving only her cruel, heart-shaped lips and sharp jawline exposed. Giordano was already waiting by the glass cases, looking offensively handsome in a tailored, midnight-black tuxedo that made his broad shoulders look even more lethal. He adjusted his heavy gold watch, his dark eyes locking onto Victoria as she emerged. A slow, appreciative heat flared in his gaze, but he kept his mouth shut—a wise choice, given the murderous glare she shot him. He slid a matching, ornate black leather mask over his eyes, securing the silk ribbons behind his head.

I lost my voice the moment I scanned him all the way from head down. He was in a suit. A fitted black tuxedo embellished with silver glitters all over it, and a blue undershirt fancified with a black bow tie. He had eyeglasses on, too, and a fake mustache attached between his nose and upper lips. His hair was completely different from what we saw of him during classes, and that supported my theory that perhaps all of this were just part of his undercover mission. I may have had exaggerated my thoughts, but knowing he had histories of stuff like this in his family, I could also be right. “You are Mr. Beauchêne?” I said with no sound.

My hair was styled in soft waves that fell over my shoulders and a fine diamond necklace rested on my collarbone, least of all, my mask which had black lace with small crystals sat on the bed, waiting for me to put it on. Logan, of course, looked so perfect. His tuxedo was made to fit him like it had been tailored on his body. His brittle white shirt, the black bow tie, the polished shoes, everything about him just screamed power. His mask, a sleek black color with silver designs, made him look dangerous in the kind of way you didn’t want to resist. I gave him a slight smile. “Yeah… yes. Just--” He stopped adjusting his tie and looked at me, waiting for me to continue.