An outstanding ballroom, the silent gossip of a young lady who walked in late. A beautiful lady,the elegant young lady was a Queen to be.
All those eyes staring at me with my vision focused on the girl. I didn't have a care in this world. I was to be looking for a Prince,to turn into a King.
Yet I wanted her. The most handsome prince could have approached me and my eyes would still be glued to her. I make my way down to where she is, I decide to hold out my hand to offer her this waltz.
To my surprise she accepted.
All eyes on us, but yet my gray eyes were glued on those beautiful emerald eyes. Her dress is a forest green and mine blue almost sliver clashing against her's, yet we still fit together perfectly.
No one had dared to step in and ruin the moment. Not knowing what would come of them if they interrupted their Princess... Her dark brown hair flowed as we spun and danced. As the light shines on us, the girl's face lights up in the most beautiful way possible and makes all the beautiful colors in her hair shine.
The gossip had stopped by now, Her slight breaths as we danced brush against my face filled me with butterflies. Just now the eyes and judgment of people remained.
But at this moment I didn't care. I wanted her. I hoped and prayed she felt the same.
We glided along the ballroom floor. It felt amazing to hold her.
I honestly have never looked at someone this way.
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