Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 733

Samantha was nearly the same age as me, with a sweetness to her features that was hard to ignore.

Yet, perhaps due to the aura of being the mayor's wife, she always carried herself with a certain formality, making her seem quite stern.

Maggie turned her head to look at Fred, about to say something, but then she saw him placing a piece of rare steak, still dripping with juices, onto her plate:

"Local specialty, prime rib, rare. Want to try?"

Maggie felt a wave of queasiness but asked, "Can I skip it?"

Fred smiled warmly, "Of course, you can."

The mayor watched them with a broader smile, then asked:

"Maggie, is the dress fitting alright?"

Only then did Maggie realize that the dress she was wearing was almost identical to Samantha's.

Both shimmered with a similar golden hue, though the patterns differed slightly in detail.

this your

smile, "Of course not. Fred, here, has a title in the Tunez Tribe, comparable to a Marquis, a position

traditions of the Tunez Tribe, when he was honored with his title, his wife

wedding dress in advance,

almost spit out

shocked, choking on her

back, chiding, "Look at you, no poise at

gaze fixed on Samantha,

that mean

"Absolutely!"

into a smile, "Then I'm truly

laughed too, "So, when's

"Don't ask me, ask him! He's

in, "I imagine, Maggie, you must've prepared quite a bit to

vigorously, jokingly yet pointedly

warming him

looked on with interest to see

in camouflage gear, armed with a gun,