Chapter 50 Feast Of Mascara I

• EIRA’S POV
• I looked at every corner of King Ice’s chamber. After the servants cleaned me, put on make ups, and wore me the white blue gown with a petticoat. They dragged me here which I could not understand. When the door opened, my eyes widened in shock. Colden was wearing light blue garments which were paired with me.
• “What does it mean?” My forehead knitted as my look went to his feet, going up to his face and his well-organized hair. He was quite a heartthrob tonight.