Third Person POV
It was the night of the masquerade ball. The servants had been busy all day, preparing for it, decorating the ballroom in gorgeous colors of burgundy and silver, with fairy lights leading to the main entrance of the castle and making it look like something out of a fairytale. The excitement was high in the air. Rosalie looked at herself in the mirror, stifling her laughter. Trust Lucian to have come up with these costumes, she thought to herself with laughter.
“Of all the costumes you could have chosen,” she said shaking her head “And you chose these ones,” she said wryly.
Lucian winked at her. “Come on,” he said coaxingly “I had to have some fun. Besides, everyone will think it’s in great fun.”
She rolled her eyes, turning back to the mirror. She wore the most divin
