Romans & histoires Phantom Of The Opera Masquerade Ball

"Can It wait? Cause I'm a little occupied for now." "Don't worry, your manager is gon' fix some one in your place." I said. "Let's get going." I caught the manager red face at the last seconds even though she tries to hid it. ||Arlington Arlington|| The masquerade ball is organised in such a huge and influential way. I haven't attended one before but anyone could easily tell this isn't just any type of ball. I held Hardie's hand tightly as we passed through different faces, though I can't really tell who they are cause they are all putting on masks. With their appearance, some one could easily tell they are no set of good people.

"Yes, to be honest only a few people get to marry the ones they love even though I know very little about it, I would marry any man who can grant me the power I want and not trample over me." Alice said and Lara sighed. The two ladies chatted for a long time before leaving the bath and going on to get ready for the ball as it was getting very dark. After putting on their ball gowns, doing their hair and dolling themselves up the two of them Proceeded to the grande ball room in a very luxurious carriage. It was a masquerade ball and every one has to wear a mask to conceal his or her identity from the crowd. The two walked in through the bakc door side by side as they made to join the party th

Paris. The Opera Garnier. It was the most exclusive event of the season. A Charity Masquerade Ball. Jackson and Serenity stepped out of a limousine. They were both wearing masks. Serenity wore a Venetian mask covered in silver feathers, matching her silver gown. Jackson wore a simple, terrifyingly sharp black phantom mask. "Remember," Jackson whispered, guiding her hand through the crowd of photographers. "We are here to observe. Not to start a war."

The masquerade ball was thrown by my father, the great king Eric, on the occasion of my eighteenth birthday with such great pomp and lavishness that royals from the entire Windsor kingdom had been invited. “Talia my love, why don’t you join the mob.” said father merrily, removing his mask and taking a sip of wine from his goblet. “Talia my dear, when the masquerade concludes, I would request you to enter my chamber, I have a present waiting for you there,” she announced, in her typical silky voice, just as I got up to wear a mask and dance. I nodded at her curtly and departed. The masked mob was dancing to a slow and breezy tune played by royal and highly notable musicians brought from Rome,

Elias, next to me, stood up straight and proud, like he was claiming his place. Noelle was shaking with anger as she looked at me. "Darcy, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Andrew rushed over too, whispering to me: "Darcy, don't be silly! Stop the wedding now!" I did not listen to them and passed the microphone to the person next to me. "Elias, tell everyone why you're here." Elias and I exchanged smiles, his voice calm and clear. "Today, I'm standing here because Howard gave me fifteen thousand dollars to pretend to be him at this wedding. "

This music gala wasn't open to the public. Each young woman wore a mask and entered the inner hall in order, according to the list, to perform and showcase their talents in hopes of gaining Emery's favor. I was number 24 on the list, right behind Evelyn. After noticing I had been inside for nearly 20 minutes, Evelyn began to panic. After all, she had been ushered out by Emery's assistant, Kevin Keenan, less than five minutes after her performance ended.

The masquerade was a world of silk, shadows, and secrets. Crystal chandeliers dripped golden light over the ballroom. Milan adjusted the black lace mask that covered the upper half of her face, the feathers tickling her cheeks. Her crimson gown hugged her curves, the slit up one thigh flashing with every step. She hadn’t planned on staying long, just enough to network for the promotion she’d been fighting for at Bourne Enterprises. She wandered away from the crowded ballroom, seeking air. The wide hallway beyond the main doors was dimly lit, lined with heavy curtains and antique mirrors. Her heels clicked softly as she sipped from her glass. That’s when she felt someone watching her.

“In a room where everyone wears a mask, the most dangerous face is the one you already know.” ⸻ The enormous ballroom came alive the moment Alessio and Seraphina crossed its entrance. Crystal chandeliers hung three stories above them, reflecting thousands of lights across polished Italian marble. A live orchestra performed a haunting Viennese waltz while nearly four hundred guests glided across the dance floor. Every guest wore a mask. Golden masks. Black masks. Silver masks decorated with diamonds.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

"What kind of a party is it? Or did you mean balls?" "Yes. Have you ever attended a masquerade ball? I was honored to get an invitation directly from the Prime Minister." He said. Obviously, I was aware of that. No matter how absurd my existence seemed in the human world, I hadn't been hiding out among the rocks the whole time. Attendees of a masquerade ball are expected to don elaborate costumes and masks in order to blend in with the theme of the event. These particular kinds of balls were familiar to me. You mean the father of your future bride, right?"