The Story of Us: You Are The Reason

Ikatatlumpu't-Dalawa: The Ball of Revelations (Part Two) (✔)

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CHAPTER 32: The Ball of
Revelations (Part Two)
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"Oh my goodness."

I said under my breath while staring at the huge, classic and magnificent palace in front of me.

Can anyone of you explain to me what's wrong with this week and I always see myself standing and staring like a dumb in huge buildings owned by the Lockhart's family?

I know now that their soo rich, they're freaking multi billion rich! But I can't still believe that they can actually afford to use one of the historical and classic palace in London?!

This is the Kensington Palace! For freaking sakes!

I don't have any idea of what is this palace or who use this. I'm not really knowledgeable in british history. But I know and it's very clear in my mind that only rich and aristocratic family can go inside of this palace!

So what I'm doing in here?!
Sorry Jay and Eli but.. Can I back out now?

"Good evening Ma'am. Welcome to Kensington Palace. May I see your invitation please?"

I stop from staring when a man in a black uniform politely approaches me.

"O-Oh y-yes yes. Here."

Using my trembling fingers I get the golden invitation from my pouch and show it to him.

He look at the invitation, smiles then lead me inside. I mumbles a soft thank you and slowly walk inside.

Too late to back out now, I guess?

Then my eyes went wider when I see the inside of the palace. It's like a dream, like in a fairytale movie where prince and princess can meet and dance.

The ballroom of the palace is freaking huge! Chandeliers hanging like fountains of diamonds on the painted ceilings. Classic paintings are attached to the walls. Flowers are beautifully arrange in the tables and there's a banquet of food at the right side.

Holy cow this looks like a fairy tale dream come true!

I gulp for a million times now while walking further inside without clear direction. I thanks the heaven that I need to wear a mask tonight, reminding myself that no one can recognize me. No one can know I'm not belong in here.

No one can recognize you Sierrah, you just need to stay away from everyone sight and avoid talking---

"Champagne Miss?"

A uniform man, probably a waiter offer me a glass of white sparkling drink. I nervously shakes my head while stepping backward away from him.

"O-Oh no, no I'm not---"

Then to my horror I bump to a hard chest of a man.

"O-Oh my god I'm sorry---"

Wait. This man looks very familiar.

My heart beats so fast like it also recognizes the man who's holding my shoulders.

Same color of light blond hair which now perfectly styled.
Same thick brows and eyelashes with sparkling gray eyes.
The same straight nose and sensual lips that even though most of his face are blocked from view by the mask he wears. I can still recognize him.

I know I can't be wrong. This is he.

The man that I love so much and the same man who hurt me the most.