The atmosphere of the house felt like one in 1800s where the rich mother would do anything to prepare her daughter for a ball where she was going to be connected to different rich and handsome guys except I was already married. The pressure was getting heavier as everyone in the house was busier than normal. I, the motherless princess in my chambers, was surrounded by a team of maids, stylists, and designers, all working diligently to ensure that I looked nothing short of stunning for the evening's event.
"Camilla, dear, you are going to be the belle of the ball," one of the stylists exclaimed as she expertly crafted an elegant updo, adorned with delicate pearls and jewels.
I smiled nervously, for that fact will make someone so jealous that he won't want me near any man. "Thank you. I hope everything turns out as beautiful as you all have planned."
"Don't you worry, my lady," another maid chimed in, holding up an array of breathtaking dresses. "We have the finest gowns here, and one of them is destined to make you shine."
Like I said, today's air feels like we are in the 1800s. I glanced at the racks of dresses, each one more exquisite than the last. The color scheme of red, black, and blue reflected the ball's theme perfectly. It felt like a dream, and I was the centerpiece of this elegant affair.
As the stylists worked their magic on my hair and makeup, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation. This was not just any ball; it was maybe an opportunity to discover the truth behind Marcus's forceful marriage.
"Camilla, we have selected a few options for your gown," a designer said, holding up a breathtaking crimson dress with intricate lace detailing. "This one would be a showstopper, don't you think?"
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision. "It's beautiful, but I want something that speaks to me, something that reflects who I am."
The designer nodded, understanding my sentiment. "Of course, my lady. We have other options that might resonate with you more."
The room filled with a sense of purpose as we sifted through the dresses. Finally, I found it - a ravishing crimson gown with a flowing skirt and a daring thigh-high slit. It was perfect, exuding confidence and allure. The black lace gloves added a touch of sophistication, completing the ensemble.
"Camilla, you look absolutely breathtaking," the lead stylist exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with admiration.
I smiled, feeling a newfound sense of confidence and strength. "Thank you all for your hard work. I am truly grateful."
As the finishing touches were applied, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness building up inside me. The ball was a grand affair, and the expectations were high. But tonight, I was determined to forget about Marcus's controlling nature and enjoy myself.
Just as I was about to step out, I heard his voice behind me. "Camilla, let's go," he said, his tone a mix of impatience and authority.
I turned to face him, my heart sinking a little at the disappointment I saw in his eyes. "The dress is fine, but you could have done better," he remarked, his voice cutting.
I wanted to defend myself, to tell him that I had put in effort and that it was enough, but I held my tongue. Arguing with him would only lead to more conflict, and I didn't want to ruin the evening with another argument.
Instead, I forced a smile and replied, "I'll keep that in mind for next time."
He seemed slightly appeased by my response, and I followed him to the car, trying to keep my composure despite the storm of emotions raging within me.
Juan's POV
As the hours ticked down to the grand ball, I found myself growing restless. I had decided to attend the event in disguise, with bleached blonde hair and a mask that covered most of my face. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to recognize me and discover my true identity.
As I glanced at the mirror, I barely recognized the man staring back at me. The bleached hair and mask concealed my features, giving me a sense of freedom and anonymity. For tonight, I was Juan Montenegro, the heir to a wealthy family, but a stranger in the midst of the grand ball. The dark suit with a blue shirt whose two top buttons were open fit with the theme pretty well. Without forgetting my dark necklace that had a tooth like shape in the middle of it made me look a bit hotter I must admit.
Mother walked into the room and I could hear her gasp as she looked at me.
"What, mother?"
"You look absolutely stunning my prince. Camilla's loss if she does not attend the ball," She smiles.
"I hope she does," I hid my face on her shoulder, "You also look good, mother," her black shiny sleeveless dress did the trick.
"No time to baby you, now let's go save your girl,"
Camilla's POV
The sparkling chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, and the soft music filled the air, creating an atmosphere of elegance and enchantment.
As Marcus excused himself to meet with his friends, he shot me a warning look, reminding me to behave and stay within his sight. I nodded, giving him a small smile to placate him, but inside, I yearned for some freedom, some space to breathe away from his watchful eyes.
Making my way through the crowd, I tried to keep up appearances, smiling and exchanging pleasantries with the other guests. But deep down, I felt like an outsider in this world of wealth and power, longing for something more than just appearances and social niceties.
And then, I saw him—the masked man with the bleached blonde hair. My heart skipped a beat as I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between him and Gabriel, the new staff member I had spoken to earlier. They had similar features—the same strong jawline, the way their eyes crinkled when they smiled, and a certain charm that drew people in.
Do they really resemble each other or am I in love?