Masquerade Inspo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

When Lucy asked Georgina out, she was shocked. "Lucy, why did you ask me out for a meal today?" Georgina asked. Her face was adorned with light makeup, and her elegance attracted the attention of many people as soon as she entered the mall. She immediately put on a face mask and grabbed Lucy's arm. "Sorry, Lucy. I'm quite famous in the area. I need to wear a mask and a cap so others won't recognize me." Lucy glanced at her and smiled. "It's okay. I understand. After all, you are somewhat popular as a model and kind of an idol."

I lift a hand and trace the outline of my face on the glass as if to prove I’m solid. I keep moving. The floor beneath me feels smooth but real, each step a soft pressure. I pass a cluster of chairs lined against the wall, plastic seats the colour of fog. A stack of magazines sits neatly on a side table. I notice a single coffee cup, a cardboard sleeve darkened by a damp ring at the bottom. Someone was here recently.

But I must remain steadfast, strategic – playing the role of an admirer, a devotee to her grandeur. I return her gaze with an innocent smile, my eyes concealed behind the elegant masquerade mask. I’m glad Sebastian handed me a masquerade mask, which I totally forgot when we got here. And I wanted to thank the theme of the party. So, I won’t have to show my full face. I want suspense. I don’t want Harper to see my full face yet. "Oh, I'm your avid fan, Mrs. Davis! I've heard stories about you, and I must say you're my idol," I declare, my voice carefully modulated to exude admiration.

Imogene Scott The dress I picked for the masquerade is pink, with spaghetti straps and a skirt that stops at mid-thigh, showing off my legs. My wig is long, wavy and pink as well. I seriously adore how the colors go together for me. I’m pretty sure no one will be able to recognize me with the pearlescent white mask I’m wearing. It has tiny feathers and cubic zirconia around the edges. As I stand by the champagne tower—which is just a statue of a champagne cup with water overflowing out of it like a fountain, I take a quick picture of it. The lights on the sandy beach are dimmed for ambiance—or maybe they’re trying to conserve electricity. Who the hell knows?

"I don't know, Josie. I mean, Davis already has a bad impression of me…" "So… Davis? Davis? Everything Davis. Come on, Anna, when have you cared about anyone's opinions that aren't your dad's?" "You're chatting tonight, Josie. Alcohol is speaking." After the call, I sighed, contemplating the idea. Eventually, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, opting for a black cocktail dress that seemed fitting for the masquerade theme. I added a silver mask, a touch of mystery to shield me from prying eyes. It was a masquerade party after all. What's a part without mystery?

Lois could not, would not, allow that fate to crush her bundles of joy. This was her only chance. A mask. An extravagant makeover. Mask as art. Mask as salvation. If the event demanded color and spectacle, then she would become the art they wanted—and hope it saved her from recognition. Yes, an extravagant makeover. Something so vibrant and excessive that Alpha Karl would not see Lois Marrok beneath it. She leaned closer to the mirror, envisioning bold colors and intricate strokes. Her fingers moved quickly. She powdered her face ghostly white until her skin shone pale and smooth as porcelain, erasing every natural feature.

Anna's POV As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the city, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate mask that concealed my features. The anticipation coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Tonight, Victor and I were invited to a masquerade ball, an event shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of a secret society. Dressed in an elegant gown that hugged my curves and cascaded in layers of midnight blue silk, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The air crackled with a palpable energy as Victor approached, his eyes widening with awe at the sight before him.

Why did someone have to appear at such a time? Beatrice, ever so kind, extended her hand for a handshake and approached her. Mrs. Davidson explained that the masquerade was meant to allow everyone to forget their identities and break down barriers, enabling more free-flowing conversations. Beatrice greeted her warmly, “Hello, your mask is very beautiful.” Candice smiled and replied casually, “Thank you. Would you like me to help you pick a mask?” Beatrice eagerly agreed, “That would be wonderful. You youngsters always have better taste than us.”

A handwritten note was tucked inside, Reggie’s script again. A chance to dress up. Escape. Be whoever we want for one night. Dominic’s one of my oldest business partners. He is discreet and understands privacy. I thought… maybe we could go together. You and me. Cassie looked up at him, pulse kicking. “A masquerade?” He nodded. “It is a safe high-society. The masks mean no names, no faces unless you want them seen. I know it’s a different world, my world and it might be overwhelming but I want you there with me, not as arm candy. As my girlfriend.”