Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 95

That evening, the car slowly made its way up the winding mountain road, heading toward a vast and impressive estate perched high above the valley below.

Outside the grand iron gates, a line of sleek luxury vehicles stood gleaming under the soft glow of the outdoor lamps. The scene was set for an elegant affair.

At the heart of the meticulously trimmed lawn stood a cluster of buildings fashioned in a classic architectural style. Their pointed rooftops reached toward the sky, while warm light spilled invitingly from arched windows, casting a golden glow that gave the entire property a magical, almost storybook-like quality.

The estate shimmered beneath layers of soft, golden illumination, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and roses, mingling with the fresh mountain breeze.

The car came to a gentle halt in front of the main residence. Almost immediately, a valet in crisp attire hurried over to open the door.

Sebastian stepped out gracefully, his hand firmly holding Lilian’s. From the back seat, he retrieved a small, finely embroidered box.

With a delicate motion, he opened it to reveal a pristine white mask. Tenderly, he brushed Lilian’s dark hair aside and secured the mask over her face. Then, drawing her close, he whispered softly near her ear, “You’re far too stunning tonight. I don’t want anyone else to catch a glimpse.”

Lilian’s eyes sparkled with curiosity behind the mask. “A masquerade?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

She had never been fond of balls—mostly because she never learned to dance and always felt out of place.

Sebastian took her hand again, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Not a ball,” he assured her. “This will be something you’ll truly enjoy.” With that, he led her toward the grand entrance of the house.

Inside the vast hall, enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, scattering dazzling light across the room. The walls were adorned with intricate murals depicting symbols and scenes from an ancient, mysterious culture, adding an air of timeless intrigue.

Beneath their feet, the black marble floor was inlaid with delicate golden threads, its polished surface reflecting the sparkling lights above.

Throughout the hall, guests gathered in small clusters, sipping on fine drinks, exchanging laughter, and engaging in lively conversation.

Even with their masks on, the presence of Sebastian and Lilian was impossible to ignore. Their aura seemed to pull the attention of everyone nearby.

Especially Lilian, whose white mask contrasted beautifully against her dark, wavy hair that shimmered softly under the chandeliers. Her flowing white chiffon gown made her appear almost ethereal—like a goddess who had descended among mere mortals.

“Yeah, spill the details, Sebastian. Should we start calling her sister-in-law yet?” another chimed in with a smirk.

Sebastian ignored the banter and guided Lilian to an empty couch.

The others glanced at her with evident curiosity. This was the first time Sebastian had brought a woman so close, let alone introduced her in such a way. Though her face was hidden behind the mask, her presence was undeniably striking, only fueling their intrigue about the mystery beneath.

One of the men laughed and said, “Seriously, Sebastian? You’re guarding her like she’s a priceless treasure. Can’t even let us see her face? We’ve been your brothers for years!”

“Exactly,” Fawks added as he plopped down on the other side of the couch. “Everyone else has already seen your girl’s face—we haven’t. Don’t treat us like outsiders.”

“Come on, at least let her take off the mask,” another voice urged with mock protest. “If we were to run into her on the street, we wouldn’t even recognize her. That’d be awkward as hell.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent, still holding Lilian’s hand protectively as the playful teasing continued around them.