Masqueraded Meeting - 2p!England x Reader

ƈɦǟքȶɛʀ 7 - ȶօɢɛȶɦɛʀ

(A/n) - This is the last official chapter, however I have planned an epilogue after this. I had a wonderful time writing this and I hope you had a wonderful time reading this. Now before this turns into a ramble, as always enjoy...

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"(Y/n), poppet~?", Oliver's voice bounced off walls and through hallways, it did not take long to reach me.

A grin on my face, I bounded towards the origin of the voice, "I'm here~." the blond turned around and smiled at me.

My husband did not speak, he simply lead me towards the entrance of the mansion and then outside, where a coach waited. Wordlessly he helped me into the transportation device, we sat across from each other, allowing for me to inspect him. He bore an expression that looked like he was proud of himself, possibly it had something to do with the surprise he had prepared for me, I leaned back and looked out of the window, waiting for the coach to reach its destination.

Yet another two long months had passed after my discovery of Oliver's dark secret, since then much had changed, both in him and myself. At this point in time I could not tell what had changed inside me, only that I felt so much lighter, the world's expectations no longer weighing down on me. All I had to worry about now was Oliver and I, no more and no less.

The carriage came to a halt and I was pulled from my thoughts about the past. Oliver jumped from the coach effortlessly and then extended his hand to me, I followed suit and hopped from the carriage. I straightened myself and looked to the front, before us was some kind of shop, I looked for a sign and quickly found one. 'Brown's Dress Shop' was written on the wood in cursive letters, I smiled and turned to Oliver who mirrored my expression.

As we entered an elderly man perked up and rushed towards us, "Welcome, welcome, how may I help you on this fine day?" his hands were clasped in front of him and he seemed overly enthusiastic.

Oliver turned his gaze from the many dresses to the salesman, "We are seeking a dress for the madam, preferably with the colours pink and purple." I recognized those colours being the same as Oliver's family crest.

The shop keeper smirked, "Ah, passion and royalty, a grand combination if I do say so myself." with that sentence he bustled around the room before returning with a large box in his arms.

Gently he pried the lid off and revealed a flamboyant dress, it sported a low collar that was a gentle pink, in its centre several pearls formed a flower. The bodice was cream coloured with multiple purple flowers elegantly stitched into the silken fabric. The bustle skirt was similarly patterned to the bodice and the back was elegantly ruffled, past my knees the underskirt became visible, it was the same colour as the collar.

"Shall we have it fitted?", the man questioned, seeing both of our pleased expressions.

Oliver nudged me forward and the dress was fitted in a separate room, when I walked out in it I could see the blond's eyes light up, "It looks absolutely beautiful on you, poppet." he leapt up and embraced me. He snapped his head to the shop keeper, "We will take it." Oliver handed him the money and we were on our merry way.

"What is the occasion, may I ask?", the question had been nagging me through the entire time we were at the shop.

Once again a smirk placed itself on Oliver's face, "I thought it about time that we make ourselves known among the other nobles. We will be hosting a masquerade in our humble home." it was my turn to light up with joy, just the word 'masquerade' would bring back memories of our first meeting.

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Most of those invited had arrived in their elegant clothing and elaborate masks, music was heard throughout all of the room and many couples swung in step with it. Among this couples Oliver and I were as well, happily we swayed to the music, lost within each other's eyes. Both of us reminiscing about our first meeting, it was truly a wonderful feeling to be dancing with Oliver again. He donned a suit the same colours as my dress, both he and I relished in the fact that we matched, it was clear that we belonged together among this crowd of strangers.

"If I may, I believe this masquerade may be grander those of your father's." Oliver chuckled, speaking quietly.

I nodded slyly, "I would have to agree, yet I do feel that something is missing. I can not put my finger on it however." I stated honestly, waiting for his reply.

Oliver sunk into his thoughts "What of our little surprise at the end?", he questioned and both he and I smirked at each other. The blond sighed "Perhaps we must bring this to a close faster than planned, after all I am terribly impatient~.", he mocked with a grin widening on his face.

I giggled at his dramatics, "No, Ollie, not yet. First let us savour this moment, then we can present our grand finale~." Oliver pouted but nodded begrudgingly.

Our waltz continued and I was lost in my partner's blue-pink eyes yet again, he smiled "(Y/n), I love you.", the confession came from no where yet I was overjoyed to finally hear those words I had been craving for this entire time.

I let my smile become visible "I love you too.", Oliver leant over and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

He pulled to the side, next to my ear "I think it is time.", I smirked and nodded.

Both he and I removed ourselves from the room and entered the kitchen, inside we had two serving carts prepared, which we both eagerly began to roll out into the ballroom. Once we had returned head snapped towards us and the carts, many of the guests now donned surprised or amazed expressions.

Oliver walked to the front of the room "Dear friends and acquaintances, it saddens me to announce that this masquerade will now end, however as a parting gift we present these treats, please help yourselves.", the blond returned to my side and helped roll the carts further into the centre of the room.

We stepped back, both of us bore to large smirks. This was our masterpiece, our final goal, our confession to each other. We watched joyfully as the guests each take one of the home-made, pink frosted cup cakes...

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