Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 855

This was the first time Marguerite had ever seen him in a suit.

A mask covered the scars on his face, leaving only his bright, striking eyes and a slightly broad forehead visible.

The upper half of his face was undeniably handsome, and the black suit only emphasized his tall, commanding presence.

The confidence he exuded in a suit and tie was uncannily identical to Frederick's.

It was hard to imagine that two entirely different people could share such an astonishingly similar aura. Even though she knew it was just a coincidence, Marguerite still found herself doing a double-take every time.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Marguerite glanced at Violet, who looked happier than Marguerite had ever seen her before. Unable to help herself, Marguerite corrected her:

"Me picking out a wedding dress? You must be confused."

Violet stuck out her tongue playfully. “I know, I know! I'm just joking! Marguerite, tomorrow's my big day, and I've already sent an invitation to your place."

Maurice and Silas nodded politely in greeting before moving to stand beside Marguerite. Maurice draped an arm over her shoulders with effortless familiarity and, just as naturally, answered for her.

won't be able to make it. Tomorrow is the launch for Polar

his gaze lingered a moment longer on Silas, something unspoken in his

said. She glanced at Maurice, then casually but firmly pulled Marguerite out of his

Winston, I need to have a word with

nodded with a polite smile.

the doorway to the fitting room, Violet lowered her voice in a rush. "Marguerite, what's going on

was completely flat. "Nothing's going on.

finally dawned

for a second. But what rotten luck, huh? Of all times for the press conference, it had to land on

pouted, tugging at Marguerite's arm like a child begging for

of being young-her playful whining came

Violet's antics adorable-and that

marrying her. She

every man's dream

the press