Fate's Unwritten Path

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lucas's POV:

I paced around my room, the anticipation making it hard to sit still. Tonight was the masquerade ball, a grand event that had everyone talking, and I was ready to make it unforgettable. The suit I'd chosen—a sleek, red-black number that matched Sasha's dress—was hanging on a nearby rack. I was almost done with my preparations, but my mind was racing with thoughts of the night ahead.

As I adjusted my tie for the final time, I let my thoughts wander. Tonight was more than just another event; it was a milestone. I'd been thinking about asking Sasha to be my girlfriend for a while now, but the ball seemed like the perfect occasion. It would be a night of elegance and romance, and I wanted to make sure it was memorable for both of us. I had been meticulously planning this moment, and as the hours ticked by, my resolve solidified.

I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting my jacket and smoothing down my shirt. Everything had to be perfect. With a deep breath, I decided that after the ball, I would ask Sasha to be my girlfriend. The thought made my heart race with excitement and nerves. I wanted this to be special, and I hoped she would feel the same.

As I finished up, I walked over to Sasha's room. I knocked softly on the door before pushing it open. The sight that greeted me was both heartwarming and amusing. Sasha and my sister, Ashley, were in the middle of getting ready. Sasha was wearing a black silk bathrobe, and her focus was on curling Ashley's ginger-colored hair. Ashley, dressed in her own bathrobe, was busy with her makeup.

"Hey, you two," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "Looks like you're having a productive afternoon."

Sasha looked up from her task and smiled back. "Lucas! You look great. We're just finishing up here."

Ashley, glancing at me, said, "I've got to take this call. Lucas, can you help Sasha with her hair while I'm gone? She wants it straightened."

"Sure thing," I replied, moving to stand behind Sasha as Ashley walked out of the room to answer her call.

Sasha turned to me, her face lighting up with a mix of amusement and appreciation. "So, I just want it straightened. You might need a bit of guidance on this."

I nodded, ready to learn. "Okay, teach me how."

She directed me to the bathroom where the straightening iron was set up. I picked it up carefully, and Sasha demonstrated how to glide it through her hair, section by section. Her instructions were clear, and I did my best to follow them. It was a delicate process, and I could tell Sasha was enjoying the fact that I was taking such an interest in helping her.

"There you go," Sasha said, as I finished the final strand. "You're a natural."

Ashley returned just as we were wrapping up. She took a quick glance at Sasha's hair and gave me a thumbs-up. "Thanks for helping, Lucas. Sasha looks fantastic."

The two of them then shooed me out of the room. "We need some privacy to get dressed and put on our masks," Ashley said with a grin.

"Got it," I said, stepping out and closing the door behind me. I waited in the living room, glancing at my watch and making sure everything was in order for the evening. I could hear the girls chatting and laughing behind the closed door, and the anticipation built as the minutes passed.

Finally, the door opened, and out stepped Sasha and Ashley, both dressed in their gowns and masks. Sasha's dress was a dramatic black number that clung to her figure, and her mask was an elaborate piece that complemented her outfit perfectly. Ashley looked stunning as well, in a dress that echoed Sasha's elegance and a mask that added a touch of mystery.

"You both look incredible," I said, unable to hide my admiration.

Sasha's cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Thank you, Lucas. You look pretty sharp yourself."

Ryan, who had arrived just in time, was standing by the front door in a matching outfit to Ashley's. He looked ready for the evening's festivities. We all gathered by the door, and I opened it to let Ryan in.

"Ready for the ball?" Ryan asked his expression one of casual confidence.

"Absolutely," I replied, ushering everyone out. "Let's get some photos before we head out."

We posed for a few photos in the hallway, capturing the evening's excitement and anticipation. The clicks of the camera were a reminder of how special the night was going to be. I wanted to ensure that tonight would be perfect, not just for me, but for Sasha as well.

After the photo session, we split into two cars. Sasha and I shared one, while Ryan and Ashley took the other. As we drove towards the venue, the city lights illuminated the path ahead, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement.

I glanced over at Sasha, who was sitting beside me, her hand resting on mine. The night was just beginning, and with everything planned, I knew it would be a night to remember.

The masquerade ball awaited, and with it, the chance to make a new, unforgettable memory with Sasha.