Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 742

Maggie froze for a moment, suddenly realizing all eyes were on her. Instinctively, she began to panic:

"Should... should I wave at him?"

Fred chuckled softly, "Up to you."

"Don't leave it up to me! He doesn't understand English, does he?"

Just as the words left Maggie's lips, the king pointed his microphone in her direction and asked in heavily accented English:

"Lord, is this your girlfriend?"

Maggie blinked in confusion. "Who's he talking to?"

"You."

In an instant, Maggie's mind buzzed with noise.

Her cheeks flushed a ripe tomato red, both flustered and shy.

Being socially anxious, how could she face the gazes of everyone present?

Even though Maggie knew most of those looks were of congratulations and envy, she felt awkward all the same.

She clumsily tapped Fred on the shoulder, and understanding her discomfort, he gently helped her down from his shoulder.

Without another thought, Maggie took Fred's hand and started running out of the ballroom.

too embarrassed, too

it was appropriate for the occasion or not, let her lead him away from the

king's laughter filled the air

family, I extend the highest blessings to the Lord and

cheers erupted throughout

sounds grew distant, leaving only peace under

the crystal chandeliers made Maggie squint

her face puffing up slightly as

on her knees, she looked up to see Fred in

an emotional whirlwind, she burst

be told, she

never been blessed by so

and awkward, her vanity was

girls like to be loved openly

stand up straight again, only to

when the king gives his highest

they are expected

widened at the man before her, who was now

closer. Her mind went

he... was he about to kiss

No, wait!

officially a

was Fred trying

he willing to start over

mind raced uncontrollably, and just as his lips were