He straightens, and the black Midnight God mask from New Orleans is on his face. I cover my mouth.
“This is for you, Sierra, the love of my life, the light of my soul, the keeper of my heart.”
Huxley hits a few familiar notes, and Griffin stars belting out “I Was Born to Love You” by Freddie Mercury. My heart races, and joyous tears spring to my eyes.
Griffin’s killing the song, his gaze on mine. But even if he weren’t such a good singer, I wouldn’t care. Because here’s my gorgeous man, singing his love for me in front of everyone who matters.
When the song ends, everyone except me claps. I’m too busy holding my hands over my racing heart.
Ellie taps me on my shoulder. “Here.”
I look down at what she’s holding—the white mask I had on at the masquerade. Griffin must’ve kept it, because I left it in his hotel room after our first night together.
Smiling hugely, I put it on.
“Hey, stranger,” I whisper as I walk to him.
“Hello, angel. Let’s dance.”
He pulls me into his arms, and I know that I’m in the paradise I’ve always dreamed of.