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“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

It was clear that she cared deeply for Mac Allister's well-being, just as I did. Curiosity piqued within me as I observed the golden-coloured mask adorning Chiara's face. It exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. "What happened to your face? Why are you wearing a mask?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity. A faint smile graced Chiara's lips as she replied, "We just finished having a mask party before you guys arrived. It's a little tradition we have here." Her answer only added to the enigmatic atmosphere surrounding this mansion and its inhabitants.

Duke said with some hesitation "Do you doubt my work? Duke Hyper-realistic face masks are made from a flexible silicone material and are designed to imitate real human features all the way down to a tiny freckle and fine wrinkles. No one will ever know the difference. Lelia will never know you have been putting on a realist mask. Now stop straining your brain and go to sleep. You will get the mask tomorrow morning," Stanley said and hung up .

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Noah sighed, “Yeah, I remember. Okay, fine. I'll do it.” “Really? Thank you so much, Noah! You're a lifesaver.” “Yeah, yeah. Just promise me it won't be awkward. “I promise. It'll be fun, you'll see. And who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy yourself.” Noah smirked, “We'll see about that. But don't expect me to dance or anything.” “Deal. And oh, don't forget to wear a mask. Thanks again, Noah. You're the best!” ***

Megan was still furious. However, Meredith simply smiled. "Why think about those unhappy things? Megan, look at this wretched state of yours. You will feel better after getting a good facial," said Meredith as she unbuckled her seat belt and prepared to get off. But Megan grabbed her and handed her a face mask. "Wear this properly, and don't let others recognize you." "It doesn't matter. It's fine even if people recognize me." Meredith got out of the car without wearing a face mask, and Megan hurriedly followed her.

So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward. No one seems to be paying attention to her as she walks absentmindedly to him, but the band was looking at her as well as the singer. When she gets closer to him, she lifts her hand to touch his mask then she tries to remove it. But he hurriedly holds her hand and they both look at each other shock drawn on their bodies but he quickly lets it go. The audience feels the oddity in the air as the singer stops singing while the others play. They all stop dancing and look in the way of the performers to see her also on stage, some of them start to murmur about why she is on the pla

“…but who knows? Some of you may even find love tonight.” Soft laughter ripples through the crowd, easing the formal atmosphere. Sienna glances at Noah, catching the faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “And now,” the MC continues, “we’ll remove our masks so that we may get properly acquainted.” All around them, guests lift their masks, revealing faces both familiar and new. Sienna hesitates, her fingers hovering at the edge of her mask. She takes a steadying breath before removing it, feeling the cool air brush her skin.

SUNESIS'S POV The silver mask was cold against my skin. It felt completely different from the hot, stuffy air of the dressing room. I stood in front of the broken mirror, my hands shaking as I fixed my long black silk dress. I made sure the fabric covered my shoulders and arms perfectly. I had to hide everything from my neck down. Underneath the smooth cloth were the deep, ugly burn scars that ruined my body, the painful marks from the fire that took my family away.

“At least, no one would insult you again because of your scar—because of something you have no control over. And you can actually take a break from wearing a mask after all these years. It must have been tiring, right?” He scoffs and then shakes his head. He grabs his mask and stares at it. Of course, it was tiring at first. But now, this mask is my identity. I'm so used to it and I don't think I will be able to abandon it like that. And now, I don't even think I need to prove anything to anyone if I don't feel the need to.” “What did you mean” “I mean, I won't just remove my mask to prove that I'm scarless because someone insulted me with my scar. Anyone that I need to start proving myself