Cinderella

Falling, walking and dancing

Once the masked boy and I had reached the mansion, still hand in hand. The music was blasting in the background, blasting. People had already began to gather in the centre of the room dancing with one and another.

We both skimmed our eyes along the large room. The most obvious parts in the room were the tables with food piled on them along with soft drinks. Chairs circling the room with few people perched on them chatting, eating or drinking.

Lots of people were laughing at their crazy dancing and generally smiling. It had a nice atmosphere. I know realise why everyone makes so much fuss out of school dances, they seem pretty cool.

Evil step mother for not allowing me to come to parties.

She is so selfish.

She only cares about her own daughters.

And I am pretty much her free maid yet she doesn't gush over me!

That's just so unfa-

"Hey do you want to dance with me?" He asks me. Pulling me back from my thoughts.

"I would like to." I began. "However I will warn you in protection of your precious toes, I can not dance."

He began to laugh.

"Hey don't worry about it, I can dance I can help you, but if you break my toe I won't know who to sue. Thanks to the lovely idea of wearing masks."

"The perks. Alright Mr Cocky, show me your best on the dance floor."

"I don't know whether you deserve a dance with the best guy in the room." He said with a hand under his chin.

"Hmm.. Let me go ask him. Do you know where he is."

"I will do it the right way." He said and grabs my hand in his. "Will you, my mystery girl, dance with I?"

"I don't know. I don't know whether you deserve to dance with the best girl in the room." I say with a mocking tone. "Yes of course."

We danced for a long time and he always managed to make me laugh about something. Mostly about my terrible dance moved and how brilliantly his dancing is. To be honest he wasn't half bad, but nothing to scream about if I'm honest.

But it was fun and my feeling of wanting to know who he was, was growing quickly. And I kept wondering whether we had met before or we would be friends after the dance, or if we would ever see each other again, or whether he would be disappointed to find out I was his mystery girl, or ...