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.

was too

it was appropriate for the occasion or

king's laughter filled the air

the

cheers erupted

leaving only peace under the quiet

the crystal chandeliers made Maggie squint

still couldn't calm down, her face puffing up slightly as if

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

an emotional whirlwind, she burst

be told, she was a

never been blessed by so

awkward, her

be loved openly

stand up straight again, only to hear

when the king gives his highest blessings

they are expected to kiss

man before

smile and moving closer. Her

he about

No, wait!

weren't officially a

Fred trying

to start

just as his lips were about to