Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Forty Two: Lisa

We walked into the giant foyer that radiated an amount of energy that was hard to have a handle on or explicate.

It was as if I was the Mercury getting attracted towards the sun without a gravitational force. There was energy but not a good kind.

It was as if the demon himself was resting across the room and maybe he was and currently possessing someone else but his aura remained intact, untouched by the throng in the foyer.

Hundreds of illuminations, candle lights, twining lights, and lights hung on the marvelous chandeliers—not even the slightest corner was lost in the darkness.

The people or things were swinging in the rhythm of a music I couldn't recall, the dance floor was all taken by many couples and the rest bachelors roam about back and forth suiting themselves with a drink.

I could've sworn if it hadn't been for Mason's arm around me, I'd have fainted from the luxury I was witnessing.

When the imposter’s eyes pierced into our direction he motioned for us to come forward.

Walking through the crowd I realized that I was the only one wearing a red gown, every other female was either in black or golden or white but the colors suited them just fine.

Not just me but the imposter was the only male in the room to wear a red robe with golden freckles used for the beautiful flower embroidery.

His hair was shining and slicked back—something Edward never had. He was such a simple guy and this man; he was out of ordinary in every freaking way!

He was a royalty to cry out loud!

As we walked all eyes fell on me from whatever works they were engaged in. They looked at me as if my presence somehow had ignited some sort of life in them.

Awe and amazement were clear in their gaze and I felt myself cowering a little under their gaze. Something about them was off-putting but not as much as the petite dresses of the waitresses.

They had worn a sky blue short skirt and blouse with white shoes. Waiters had the same color shirts and pants and shoes veiling their bodies.

But really the vibes I'd been getting from the crowd was making me go nuts. Something was just different about this place and I couldn't get my hands on what it was.

When I reached the peak across the foyer he was standing on, Mason let go of my arm and the imposter swiftly took my hand in his as if he was impatient.

He made me stand right beside him as everyone else was staring at us, the perfect couple!

A moment later they all went hectic with what they were doing before and his arm wrapped around me, brought me forcibly beside him on the chaise lounge.

He was acting possessive for nothing.

"Just so you know, you look fabulous tonight." He whispered leaning down into my ear.

I shivered at the slight contact we made momentarily and he noticed that for he let out a small chuckle.

"You're already scared of me, what will you do when you see my real face?" He laughed like a maniac.

His arm was still around me, causing my thoughts to go crazy and in a rather worse way.

I couldn’t keep a straight posture with him mingling with my personal space.

But his words, I couldn't understand what they were. Was there a threat or a genuine curiosity or was just a nauseating game?

I was confused, why would he want me to fear him if he wanted me for . . .