Romans & histoires Masquerade Ball Tvd

her but she was still there supporting me. She had no idea why I was acting that way. She didn't ask , she just stood by me. I got back to my senses when she broke down in tears the next day of my druken haze. This is the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. I decided to make her happy and not think about my pain. I don't know what I did to jess but I won't let that ruin the love and happiness I'm supposed to show the girl I want to be with. I have been with only her this past three weeks and it makes me happy to see her happy everyday. The way her eyes lights up whenever she's with me, the glow and the way she turns crimson whenever I flirt with her. Atleast someone is happ

she ended up asking when she got her soul back. “Oh cariño, there is this thing about masquerade ball, it’s a chance to see people as they truly are. Although a lot of people here have decided to wear masks on top masks but I on the other hand, have decided to take off my mask, so what you are looking at now, is the true me.” “That is not true,” Ava said and if he smiled, she couldn’t say because the hideous thing was covering every part of his face. “It’s surprising that after all these years and everything that happened, you are still doubting it.”

Fara didn’t miss the decorations or the Turkish rugs, the velvet curtains, which covered hidden alcoves where couples could escape from the crowd. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. She wondered if she would happen upon Grant and if he would recognize her at the same time she realized it was him. That was the thing about masques. It was so easy to be mysterious, incognito. She shook her preoccupation away and joined her companions to partake in the meal. They made themselves comfortable in a group of chairs placed along the left side of the ballroom.

“Why are you still standing here? Go get ready. Good stylists and makeup artists are limited. Start booking now.” The ladies finally got it and many rushed out, looking anxious. I bet the town’s salons and couture shops would be packed this afternoon. Veronica dragged me outside, asking urgently, “Hey! What do you think the ball means? Is it about who dresses the best? That Madam Talia is such an old bitch, she tells us nothing!” I was just as clueless. How does a masquerade ball relate to the selection? Is it about who dances best?

I asked. "Revenge against the castle," James replied. "Talia promised them wealth and power." The whole situation fell into place. I was surprised by Talia's manipulations and desperation as it knows no bounds. The night drew to a close, With the masquerade ball deemed with triumph. Mara and I shared a final dance, our love shining brighter than any mask. The masquerade ball was over and We went back to our rooms. As we entered our chambers, Mara let out a heavy sigh of relief, shedding her mask and gloves on the dresser.

How long would I continue like this? The masquerade ball was much bigger than I had expected. The exotic crowd in masks, the champagne flutes filled with drinks held up high. The subtle laughs, the chattering, the side looks from masked faces. Everything was making my head spin. “Are you okay?” Vince asked, never letting off his grip on my waist. “Yes.” I lied, suppressing the urge to throw up. I wasn’t the party type and this was something more extra than any casual party. “I guess she behaved.” Someone said behind us. It was Luca. I could still recognize him in a black mask similar to Vincenzo's. He looked dashing in his all black tux. An image of me kissing him flashed in mind.

Falling into my bed still fully dressed, I’m soon out as a light. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to this stupid masked ball.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

Vivian and I agree with him completely. A plump bar-mistress walks around the tables holding a basket, handing out flyers. We take one each, reading them, and I exhale with relief, knowing we have just found our plan. I read the flyer out loud, which announces a masquerade ball will be held in Maia’s honour at West Wallow Castle tomorrow night. The ballroom will be filled with disguised guests in masks and different facial coverings. ‘This is it. This is our plan,’ I say, grinning and swigging my drink.

There was no sender name. Just my name printed neatly across the front: Veronica Thompson. Inside was a thick card embossed in silver. Valmont Masquerade. Elite guest list only. Five years ago, I would have stood beside Marcus at events like this. I was invincible, even while married to him. Now I was invited under a different name. I turned the card between my fingers. If I stayed hidden, I remained safe. If I stepped into the ballroom, I entered the game fully. I placed the card on the table. I would attend, not to announce myself, but to observe. Luckily, it’s a masquerade ball.