Page 278 of The Blairville Legacies

I smirked because I'd never met anyone crazy like her before.

“This one?”

Larissa held up a mask made of peacock feathers that looked majestic.

“Too flashy,” I sighed.

“This one?”

She held up a pig mask and I laughed.

“Feel free to take this one for yourself if you like it that much.”

Larissa hung the mask back with a grin and I wondered if this huge range would ever be sold. It was simply an entire range just for masks.For masks.

I wandered through the row, passing Venetian masks, carnival masks and fun masks, until I suddenly had to stop.

I eyed the white mask in front of me, which was covered in lace and had a subtle yet mysterious appearance with its few silver rhinestones. It was in the shape of a mask worn at those elegant masquerade balls.

I took it in my hand and felt that it was firmer than expected and also seemed to be of good quality.

“I think you should take this one.” Larissa suddenly stood behind me and eyed the mask. “Mysterious and sexy, exactly the right thing for Erik,” she teased me.

I pointed a finger in front of my mouth to tell her to keep her voice down, but she only commented with a giggle.

“Do you think he's walking around here somewhere?”

I paused. I hadn't even thought about that. Yes, I had gotten used to the fact that he could be anywhere, but right now there was a much higher chance than usual that the next person to enter this store could be Erik.

I looked around discreetly, but there were only girls nearby. And of course, the Bexley sisters were also walking through the store.

“Now don't be such a dove in love and look for a suitable costume instead.”

Larissa pointed at the mask in my hands.

I had given up trying to explain to Larissa that Erik was just a good friend.

I stammered. “Um, right... Do you have any suggestions?”

Larissa pretended to think, then waved, “Follow me.”

When we finally stood in front of a row of tight black dresses, my jaw dropped.

“You get fifty dollars if you convince Julie to wear one of these.”

Grace had appeared in the aisle.

“Challenge accepted,” Larissa said rather confidently.

“I can't believe someone's betting on me again,” I sighed sarcastically, and Grace came closer.

“You're offering yourself up for something like this,” Larissa commented to my left.

“You're going to wear this?” Grace took the mask from my hand.“A mask?”She looked at me. “Youreallyshouldn't hide your pretty face.”

“She's definitely wearing the mask,” Larissa said fortunately, and Grace handed it back to me wordlessly.

“Whatever you're doing to my cousin, I don't have a good feeling about it, okay?”

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