Novel & Cerita Welcome To Masquerade

"Well, yes, I need help. But you weren't at the masquerade party, were you?" "What? The masquerade party? The event a few weeks ago? The one where Grace mocked me for a week?" "What? mocked you for a week?" "You know! Because I didn't get the ticket, I wasn't allowed to see her for a week. It's awful, I swear." "Eh? Haha, then I think this will be good for you." "What is it?" "Yes, so there will be a Masquerade Party Part 2, but those who will attend are those who came in Part 1, and they also have to stay in the same costume as in Part 1."

It was about the forthcoming *Masquerade Night Gala*, one of the most exclusive events in town for billionaires and the upper echelon. Axel's lips curled in a sly grin as he read through the details of the *Masquerade Night Gala*. This was the perfect event: one of those high-society parties where money, power, and opportunity came together. And for a man like him, that meant so much more than a night in the lap of luxury. It meant possible new targets: impressionable women with fat wallets who fell easily into his charm and were played.

This wasn’t just a party. It was a different world entirely. Lucas stepped closer, his voice low. “Your Highness,” he murmured, “please, do not stray from my side. This is not the kind of event where I can trust anyone blindly. And with everyone wearing masks tonight, it makes it even harder to discern intentions.” Evelyn glanced at the guests filtering into the grand entrance. Each of them was adorned in elaborate masks, their identities obscured. It was a masquerade—a dazzling yet deceptive illusion.

So he moved on. Of course, he did. With Mikaela Morris, of course. Good for them. Before I could reply or change the subject, the room lights dimmed. The music turned more rhythmic, and a waiter walked forward to make an announcement. "Dear guests, we have a little surprise tonight. To add to the atmosphere, we are having a masquerade ball. Please choose your mask at the table in the corner of the room, and enjoy an night of mystery!" I almost laughed. Of This lavish party had to have a dramatic touch.

Tonight, she would face the woman called The Red Widow. She had been mentioned only in code — seen in photographs, never in person. But Amara felt it in her gut. Tonight, the enemy would walk among them. And she'd be ready. The Masquerade Begins The grand ballroom swelled with music and murmurs. Chandeliers reflected off the marble, casting fractured light across silk gowns and masked faces. Luca appeared beside her like a phantom — dressed in tailored black, mask carved with Sicilian silver. His presence burned beside hers.

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.”

Give the students something to celebrate so they forget they were being drugged at dinner. The Masquerade wasn't just a party. In the manuscript, it was described as the "Freshman Crucible." It was a freshmen-only rite where masks allowed for anonymity, but the quality of one's attire and the power of one's aura determined the social hierarchy for the rest of the year. It was where alliances were sealed with a dance and reputations were assassinated over flutes of enchanted nectar.

Beside me, Emery was looking at me with undisguised admiration and burning intensity. "Nadine, you truly are every bit as outstanding as 'The Harbinger' I imagined. Fletcher Group is about to launch the world's largest holographic esports pod project. In my capacity as the company's representative, I extend to you a formal invitation to join as a partner at the highest level. "Furthermore—" He paused, the heat of his stare searing into me. "As your number one fan, I wish to have the privilege of pursuing you. From now on, no one in Baymouth will be allowed to bully you ever again."

The pout having no sway with her. “You say that every year. It’s Masquerade. We can make you up, so no one knows who you are. Pretty please.” Em put her hands together in a begging motion. “I don’t have a dress. Sorry Em.” Ella apologised to Em, took a last sip of her coffee, and wiped her hands clean of any remaining chocolate slice. “Yes, you do.” As Em took the now empty coffee cups and rubbish. Placing them in a bin behind the long glass display counter.

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch