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

the occasion or not, let

the king's laughter filled

of the royal family, I extend the highest blessings to the Lord

faded, cheers

noisy sounds grew distant, leaving only peace

of the crystal

her racing heart still couldn't calm down, her face puffing up slightly

looked up to see Fred in the

an emotional whirlwind,

she was a

been blessed by

awkward, her vanity

like to be loved

up straight again, only to hear

the king

are expected to kiss

man before

closer. Her mind

he... was he about

No, wait!

weren't officially a

Fred trying

to

mind raced uncontrollably, and just as his lips