SIMON’S POV
I adjusted the mask on my face, making sure it sat just right, hiding half of my face effectively.
This masquerade ball was not my idea.
Not even close.
If the sheer outrageousness of it all was anything to go by, then that alone should explain everything. The lights were too bright, the music too loud, everything was just s excessive and I wasn’t even interested, not in the slightest.
But Bree had insisted on it.
According to her, there would be no marriage without this huge engagement party. She said she refused to look like some ‘kept woman,’ whatever that even meant. And somehow, despite all my reluctance, I still ended up here.
I honestly did not even know why I agreed.
Actually, I did.
Her parents.
They had been so enthusiastic about the whole thing, and someho
