Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 741

At 8 p.m., Sandra's birthday bash was the talk of the town and kicked off as expected.

Marguerite had never seen such a grand party in her life.

The vast ballroom was packed to the rafters, all there to celebrate Sandra's birthday.

Feeling a bit claustrophobic, Marguerite decided to stand on the fringes with Frederick, away from the thick of the crowd.

At that moment, the mayor, surrounded by attendees, took the stage to speak.

Though every country has its own way of doing things, it seems a speech from a leader at significant events is a universal custom.

Soon enough, the mayor was in the middle of the ballroom, microphone in hand, speaking passionately.

He wasn't speaking in the local slang or English, so Marguerite couldn't understand a word.

But the mayor's delivery was quite entertaining, rapid-fire and engaging, like a stand-up comedian, causing waves of laughter through the crowd.

Despite being socially anxious, Marguerite's curiosity wasn't dampened in the slightest.

She tiptoed, trying to get a better look into the crowd, amusing Frederick who stood beside her sipping champagne.

"What are you looking at?"

Marguerite didn't turn, "Trying to see the mayor, of course!"

"Since when are you so nosy?"

Marguerite corrected him: "It's not nosy! It's the mayor! How often do you get to see a real-life mayor?"

Frederick just chuckled and let her be.

However, Marguerite couldn't catch a glimpse of the mayor's face.

Too many heads blocked her view, and with foreigners generally being taller, all Marguerite saw were heads bobbing in front of her.

She turned to Frederick to satisfy her curiosity: "Does the mayor live in a mansion, like in fairy tales?"

Frederick smiled indulgently, "Yes."

"And does he have a daughter who's a little princess?"

"Not just a princess, but princes and knights too."

Marguerite's eyes twinkled with innocence, "Sounds like a dream."

"How about I take you to the mansion tomorrow? Stay a couple of days?"

Marguerite's eyes widened, "You have access to the mansion? Are you some secret child the mayor has hidden away?"

Before Marguerite could react, Frederick had scooped her up by her slender waist and effortlessly lifted her onto his shoulder.

Suddenly, Marguerite's view expanded.

Sitting on Frederick's shoulder, she felt a rush, almost like she could see the whole world from up here.

But the height, nearly two meters off the ground, made her a bit nervous; she was afraid of falling.

However, Frederick's firm grip on her legs gave her a strong sense of security.

She finally saw the mayor she'd been dying to see, not the kindly old man with white sideburns and in ceremonial dress she'd imagined.

The mayor was young, probably in his early forties.

Dressed in a proper white suit, he looked very serious but was surprisingly animated while speaking.

Marguerite couldn't understand a word the mayor was saying, but his expressions alone were enough to make her want to burst out laughing.

And probably because she was perched on Frederick's shoulder, sticking out from the crowd, the mayor quickly noticed her, his gaze directly on her, smiling in surprise and saying something.

Frederick squeezed Marguerite's leg, whispering softly:

"The mayor is waving at you."