The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 38: The Mask Party

THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.

I walked down the stairs with my small steps, and when my steps reached the bottom floor, I saw the figure. The smile slowly faded away.

I forgot that I'm not the only one here who's Duchess Floniouse.

So that this aggravation must inevitably be swallowed. This dislike I must accept.

At first I wanted to be alone, but in fact, there was still a third party that disturbed my pleasure.

"A, Cassandra. You ready yet? We've been waiting for you daritadi. You're so pretty wearing that dress!" praise the woman wrapped in a red dress that there are so many big gems that seem excessive.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, it looks like I've been dressing up too long" I said humbly. Showing smile.

"It's okay, I know how you feel. Every woman would want to look very beautiful at a party like this," she cheered while struggling spoiled with the man beside her.

I tried not to cast a sharp glare, because I had not forgotten my first priority.

My heart really doesn't like to see that hand wriggle spoiled on his arm.

Pretending to be a gentle and gentle woman.

With eyes that were forcefully rounded, I put my index finger on my chin and it was as if I was remembering something.

"Oh yes! Since you have just returned to being friends, it is better that you go to the party at the same time. So that during the trip, you can talk even deeper," I cheered with a fluffy smile.

I can see there's a little movement in the flat face of the guy, but I don't care.

I'd rather ride a horse-drawn carriage alone than I have one carriage with the two of them.

After all, at least let the woman be a little happy, so that she thinks that I have been fooled and do not know her hidden intentions.

"Cassa-"

"What Cassandra said was true, Arlen. Since our relationship was a mess, wouldn't we rather talk about it more deeply?" cut off Anastasia with both sparkling eyeballs.

I took the time to turn both of my eyes panted for a moment, then returned with this contemptuous smile.

"Then I will ride another horse carriage. You two enjoy your time" I said clenching my palms wrapped in white gloves.

I quickly ran through them both. I could feel a grip blocking my hand as I passed the man.

But I quickly took it off forcibly due to the veiling and pent-up resentment.

Lately my mood has been very bad, is it because of the boredom that ensnared me?

I don't know, for now I just want to quickly get out of front of them.

I set my foot on the horse-drawn carriage in front of me. But before that, I had a glance at the figure who became the rider of this horse carriage.

Isn't that the old man who was almost beheaded by Arlen?

Didn't he throw out this old man? But why was the old man suddenly here?

"Previously forgive me for being presumptuous, but you are the coachman who was expelled by Mr. Duke, right?" I asked and the man turned to look at me.

He came down and looked respectfully at me. "That's right, Madam. My name is Edward. Nice to meet you," she said formally to me. "I was evicted at that time, but suddenly Mr. Duke came to my house and asked me to work for him again" he said making me frown confused.

Bizarrely. The famous busy man was willing to come to the house of ordinary people just to recruit him to become his employee?

What kind of wind made that man willingly commit this kind of time-wasting act?

What do you think about it for so long. I better get on this train and sit sweetly while waiting to get to the palace.

At least I can meet Veronica too. It's possible that my best friend can build my once-bad mood into a little bit better.

...🥀...

Diamond and gold-plated lights, accompanied by dozens of candles that emit light, hung beautifully like a greeting in the palace hall which is very, very spacious and luxurious.

The clustered nobles became a familiar sight.

Half of their faces were covered with masks, so no one knew what form lay behind them.

As for me, alone as if it were not part of them. Because Arlen and Anastasia don't seem to have reached this palace yet.

I intended to find Veronica, but someone is now blocking and dismissing my intentions.

"Good night, Duchess. Nice to meet you," she said formally while bowing her head in respect.

I nodded as I pulled both ends of my dress skirt and bowed.

Who her? I don't know at all because of the mask that hid his face.

I tried to remember for a moment and guess before I said a wrong word.

But his voice sounded familiar to my hearing.

He chuckles. "It's me, Duchess. Prince Darren," he said, made me instantly aware.

"ah! Forgive me for my impoliteness, Your Majesty."

"It's okay, Duchess. No need to be so formal like that on me."

I can only smile too. "All right, Your Majesty."

It was fortunate that Prince Darren was not a respectable mad prince.

"Where's the Duke, Duchess? Are you alone?" prince Darren's question confused me how to answer it.

There's no way I'm answering, 'Duke Floniouse is with his second wife', is there?

"Uhm, Duke is traveling here with someone else" I said clumsily.

Let's hope you understand who I mean, because I don't want to ruin the guy's good name either.

Even if he ruined his own good name.

"I see," the prince replied at least to my relief.

"It must be very unpleasant when a loved one sues us, right?"

His words were very subtle yet piercing. My heart also pain made.

He intends to pity or insinuate?

But why did the prince look as if he also felt the same way?

Has he experienced that too?

"The Duchess?"

The call made my daydream fall apart. "Ah sorry, Your Honor. What did you say just now?"

"I said, will you dance with me?"

"Eh?!" I was shocked when the prince suddenly grabbed and kissed the back of my glove-lined hand.

The prince slightly lowered his head as his lips ended above the back of my hand.

How'this?! I honestly like the prince, but only because of his meek nature.

I want to refuse, but it is very rude to refuse an offer from a prince.

Even worse, maybe I'll be punished for indirectly offending him.

Concern continues to urge me to think, until the palm of my hand that was originally in the grasp of the prince, has now turned to the grasp of other figures.

My hand was pulled strong enough that I staggered for a moment and ended up standing behind a well-known figure.

That sparkling blonde hair, only one man had it in this room.

"I'm sorry, Your Honor. I was looking for the whereabouts of my wife. I didn't think he was lost to bother you, please forgive me," he said, making me unacceptable.

But I was silent, not daring to speak.

"No, Duke. It was precisely the Duchess and I were chatting leisurely until someone came interrupting and interrupting," the Prince replied pouring a liquid of lava into the flames.

Oh, my God, what's wrong with you guys? You are adults, not unstable teenagers who have to fight because of small things.

"really? Then does the Prince know about not to intrude on someone else's property?"

"Disturb? I was just talking to the Duchess, can it be said to be disturbing?"

Aish I can't stand your quarrel!

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It seems that I was forced to refuse your offer, because now my legs are hurting" I lied with a forced smile.

"Your feet hurt? Why didn't you tell me?"

I tried not to answer the question, and bowed and bowed my head.

"Then I say no, Your Majesty," I said, then turned and forcibly pulled the arm of the man who was right next to this and dragged him to a place where not many eyes were looking.

...🥀...

"How can you be so close to Prince Darren? Is that why you sent me a train with Anastasia?"

I clucked in annoyance as he accused me of being nothing like that. Whatisthis? Didn't our relationship improve a few days ago?

Why did he become like this, really pisses me off.

Our masks, which originally covered our faces, have now drifted somewhere.

"Originally, I'm trying to accept your friendship. And I was trying to get you guys closer, but you're accusing me of this? Is this the reward I deserve?" I looked up to look at him.

"What happened to you? Is it because I have given myself up for you that you are acting at will? Do you feel like you have mastered me completely?" cecarku at length.

I had enough to endure the turmoil of dislike when I saw her close to Anastasia, and now she's accusing me of no-no?

My lips quivered withstanding the painful awkward feeling in my heart. "I don't really want to argue with you, I want to spend time with you. I want to make memories with you, but why are you messing things up?"

"If you don't believe me, then how do we maintain a relationship?"

I took out my whole heart. Am I feeling this feeling too much?

A necklace of hands wrapped around me, holding me tightly in a warm embrace.

"Sorry."

One word that was able to make the burning feeling in my heart go out. A word that makes my heart cool.

"I don't mean to accuse you, I'm just worried about you" he muttered as he made me immerse myself more and more in the chest of his comfortable field.

"What are you worried about? I can take care of myself. Prince Darren is also a good person. And my feelings will only be directed at you" I replied while enjoying this moment.

"Yes, I believe you."

My heart feels like a flower field in bloom. A smile could not be made when I heard the words that fell from his lips.

Long enough you were in this position, until I said to make him take off this tight hold.

"Let go of me, what if someone sees?"

"Awhile more. Let me hold you for longer" he said, leaving me silent.

Because in reality, I was also reluctant to take it off.

A few minutes later, he was not willing to let me go. He asked me too.

"Is your leg still hurting?" tanyanya scrunched her forehead. Why is he suddenly talking about my legs?

Oh yeah, my gosh! I just remembered! I lied about it to the prince to reject his offer.

"My legs don't hurt. I was just lying to refuse the Prince's dance offer," I replied accompanied with a grin.

"If your feet really hurt, I was about to carry you" he said to me in shock.

Carry on? Isn't that embarrassing? Fortunately, my leg really didn't hurt.

"It's a pity that the opportunity has been dashed, my love," I chuckled.

"It's okay, there are many other opportunities. Like I'm holding you and dropping you on my bed" he said casually with an irritating grin on his handsome face.

"Basic bawdy!" I hit his chest hard enough, but it didn't seem like it hurt him enough.

Even my hands hurt because his chest was so hard. Is his chest made of iron?

Wasn't he enough to make my body crumble yesterday? Even want to walk was like a person who was sprained, limping.

He grabbed my wrist and quickly removed the gloves I was wearing and threw them away.

Oi! It's as if you threw away my pretty gloves!

Just now that I wanted to take out the protection, he instantly slapped the back of my palm, making me shut up.

"I don't want the Prince's disgusting lips to stain your hands" he said.

Her warm soft lips touching my skin made me crumble. He was overrated, but I liked him.

"Will you dance with me, my love?"

While kneeling, those words were thrown from his lips that had made a mark on my palm.

Snow was unable to reach my heart which was enveloped in warmth, the cold wind that hit was unable to pierce the skin that had been controlled by the warmth of the crazy feeling.

He looked up at me, with his sky-blue net decorated by the reflection of a very rare star appearing in the cold of the winter night.

Review the thinly engraved smile, adding good looks on his heady calm face.

A nod, can represent at the same time hide the sense that is perching.

He stood up, drew closer to me, clutching my waist to get as close to him as possible.

With my hand to fall on his strong high shoulders, he hooked our fingers so that they clenched.

Although there is no rhythm that is too dear to a musical instrument, but this is more than enough.

The sound of the wind blowing, the sound of the trees humming along, and the sound of the beating of my heart racing as if it were united created a very beautiful rhythm caressing my heart.

A feeling that seems to reach each other and related, represented by a slow movement while with a locked gaze.

The feeling is not perfect, so they try and keep climbing so that they become something perfect.

For now, let me feel the caress of this love a little longer.

^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^

^^14 December 2020^^^