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,

it was appropriate for the occasion or

stepped outside, the king's laughter

extend the highest

words faded, cheers

leaving only peace

intermittent brightness of the crystal chandeliers

calm down, her face

air, hands on her knees, she looked up to see Fred in the same posture, looking back at

whirlwind,

she was

blessed by so

shy and awkward,

girls like to be loved openly

Maggie a while to stand up

royal tradition, when the king

are expected to

before her, who was now

smile and moving closer. Her mind went

he... was he about to kiss

No, wait!

officially

was Fred

willing to start

mind raced uncontrollably, and just as his lips were about to