Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 504

At eight o'clock in the evening, Rose Manor was ablaze with light. Roses in pink, white, red, yellow, purple, and blue swayed gracefully beneath the glow, their fragrance drifting on the summer air.

Every so often, a car would pull up at the front of the estate. Elegant guests, dressed to the nines, stepped out each drawn by Jade's legendary reputation. Every face was hidden behind a mask, some half, some full, as they strolled along petal-strewn paths into the lush rose garden. The ball had yet to begin, but already the guests wandered among the blooms, admiring the flowers in mysterious anonymity.

Along one side of the garden, beneath an arched trellis, stood a long banquet table laden with an array of colorful delicacies and fine wines. It was a masquerade, after all—everyone in themed attire, every identity concealed, each introduction a guessing game. The rules were simple: let your instincts guide you, dance with those who intrigue you, and savor the thrill of not knowing who might be behind the mask.

Upstairs, Mila was still in her bedroom, changing into her evening gown. The invitation had come on short notice, but her great-aunt's house was never short on dresses for any occasion. The one Mila had been sent tonight was nothing like her usual style.

The woman in the mirror looked almost like a stranger. She wore a high-necked gown of sheer black silk, cinched at the waist with a golden ribbon. A sapphire- studded gold necklace coiled around her throat, the dark blue pendant edged in gold filigree with a teardrop pearl dangling from its tip. Matching gold earrings, each set with a pearl, brushed her neck. Her dark hair was swept up in an elegant chignon, lips painted a bold red. The look was striking—undeniably beautiful, but with a cold, commanding edge that felt both unfamiliar and oddly empowering.

She had just finished adjusting to the ensemble when Miranda's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

"Mila, are you ready?"

"Coming," Mila called back. She grabbed a brilliant gold mask draped with a long black veil from the vanity and fastened it to her face, leaving only her bright, fox- like eyes visible. The veil fell over her pinned-up hair, making her reflection look even less like herself.

Stepping out of the dressing room, she found Miranda waiting in a different but equally dramatic black gown. Miranda circled her, eyes wide with approval. "Black suits you, Mila. And with this getup, no one will recognize you."

Mila sighed. "So, what's Jade's plan, exactly? Is she ever going to let me in on the secret?"

Jade picked out a few eligible bachelors for you tonight I scoped them out ahead of time, and they're all quite attractive. They know what to

steps." Mila groaned, reaching for her phone. "Where's

And seriously, you're not bringing your phone to a masquerade." Miranda snatched it out of Mila's hand and tossed it on the bed, then fastened a finely detailed mask over her own face

stairs and followed the cobblestone path toward the back garden. Even before they reached the festivities, the

Mila lost Miranda's hand in the press of the crowd; before

faded. After a few seconds hush, the crowd shifted in unisonmoving toward the grand ballroom at the end of the rose field. Milà heard people murmuring,

she passed a bush of pale pink roses.

ear of her golden mask, then continued on toward the

end of the garden, the ballroom waited-vast and bright, its every corner adorned with roses. A live band played

and drifted through the air. Mila watched the dazzling scene, scanning

a sleek black suit and a heart-shaped black mask, his posture confident as he extended a hand in silent

Mila looked into his eyes, disappointment flickered behind her mask. Not

never cared much for dancing and tonight, with the weight of the

man tried once more, then, rebuffed, retreated into

dropped her gaze, fingers idly brushing the rose at her mask's ear. How

anyone in this

Forrest even