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

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

king's laughter filled the air

behalf of the royal family, I extend the highest

cheers erupted

leaving only

crystal chandeliers made Maggie

calm down, her

her knees, she looked up to see Fred in the same posture, looking

emotional whirlwind, she

be told, she was a

blessed by

feeling shy and awkward,

to be loved openly

to stand up straight again, only

royal tradition, when the king gives his highest blessings

are expected

eyes widened at the man before

smile and moving closer.

he... was he

No, wait!

officially a

Fred trying to

to start

uncontrollably, and just as his lips were about to