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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.

Michael finally spoke. His voice was smooth, firm. “Take this.” She turned to him, and her eyes fell on the object in his hand. A mask. A deep black, embroidered with silver. His gaze met hers, unreadable. “Put it on. And don’t take it off.” She hesitated. Only for a second. Then she swallowed and took the mask, sliding it into place. The moment it covered her face, a strange sensation settled in her chest. As if she had just crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a world where identities were hidden, and truths were carefully concealed.

The masks stayed firmly in place. As the sky began to lighten, he helped me dress. His hands lingered on my skin, gentle now. “If fate allows, perhaps our paths cross again at another masquerade.” I touched his velvet mask one last time. “I hope so.” I slipped back toward the palace alone, body sore and satisfied. The garden held our secrets. My thighs rubbed together with every step, reminding me of his possession. The Moonlit Masquerade had given me more than anonymity. It had awakened raw desires I would carry long after the candles burned out.

"Where are they going?" "To finish some business." My eyes narrowed. I looked over and Emilia to see if she knew anything and she shrugged. Liked I guess. She didn't know anything either. Seems Enzo enjoys keeping the women in his company in the dark. "What kind of business?" His smile was wolfish, "The illegal kind, of course." I searched his eyes, looking for something that could give up what he sent the boys after but he closed off the moment I started poking. His robot mask strapped on tight.

“ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio confused . “ I have heard a lot of compliments from the guests today about my appearance but yours was quite blunt . “ said the masked man . “ I am telling the truth though . That costume is a lot of money . “ said Antonio staring at him . After laughing , the light where they were , turned on and the two of them could see each other’s appearance clearly . The masked man was a bit surprised from Antonio’s appearance . ‘ He is obviously a man but surprisingly……he is very beau

All of that is just a lie and a fraud. “Mania, El! It is madness to tell me now that you love me! It is a fool to say that you removed your mask because of the deep adornment you had for me! That's not what I see! You may not have a mask right now, but you still hide the truth from me! You hid from me that you whom I love are the same you I hate! ”

Isla~ I hated masks. Not just because they itched or made it hard to breathe...or, worse, messed with my makeup, but because they were the perfect metaphor for everything I had grown to despise in this new world of mine: secrecy, deception, danger dressed in elegance. "Do we really have to wear these stupid things?" I grumbled, holding the ornate mask delicately between my fingers as the limo hummed smoothly beneath us. Dante didn't say anything right away. He was seated beside me in the back of the stretch limo, his posture relaxed as ever, one long leg casually draped over the other. He turned his head toward me, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement behind his unreadable expression.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

Jason's POV I run. My ceremonial robe clings to my skin, heavy with heat and everything that just happened. Ivan's touch still burns on my lips, on my skin where he pressed me against the wall. My chest hurts from more than just running. Shame and confusion and this maddening bond claw at me from the inside, making it hard to breathe. "Get away," I whisper to myself as I stumble through the corridors. "Just get away." The halls are mostly empty now. Everyone else is still at the ceremony, celebrating their new bonds, their perfect matches. Not running away like a coward. Not falling apart like I am.

It had become evident that he had been wearing a mask all those years when they were together. Perhaps he had agreed to marry her just to please his family, or maybe he regarded her as an easy target—someone he could wed and then carry on with his life as he saw fit. He wanted to keep up the façade at home while sleeping around outside. There was no way Lucy was going to let this slide. Her only consolation was that they hadn't been intimate in their relationship. Had they been more involved, she might have been even more disgusted by the sight. Since they grew up together, she considered him a regular friend, and she didn't have any romantic feelings for him. Because of that, holding hands