WHAT IF?

11.

MIA 

I leave my hair down and wear heels. They are not very long, just to elevate the elegance of the dress. I look myself in the long mirror and twirl around slowly, my dress flowing in the air. My gaze shifts to my hair and finally decides to tuck them with a clutcher at least. They are way too long to handle. My phone buzzes again and a smile spreads across my face as I read the meassage.

ETHAN : Your chariot has arrived,  Cinderella. I am waiting.

A giggle erupts from me. Who says that? I presume he is trying his best to make an impression on me but ill have to tell him that the sweet talking, or whatever this is, won't work on me. I am not much of a Disney fan anyway.

My fingers hover over the keyboard, deciding whether to entertain the idea of Disneyland.

ME : Coming, Prince Charming. 

I get awkward again reading my text.

WHAT AM I DOING??

I quickly gram my small clutch purse and rush downstairs. I come to a stop when I see a black sedan parked in front of my dorm house. Ethan is leaning on the driver side of the car with one leg crossed and looking over to his watch while the other hand rests in his pants pocket. He is dressed the old money style, but not too much either. His hair slicked back neatly. He looks up towards me approaching as my heels click on the gravel road. 

His eyes move down across my dress, taking in the design slowly. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips and he rubs his chin tentatively to hide and smother it.

"Hey, you really are looking like Cinderella," his says in a playful and light tone as if meant to tease me. I smile slightly, forced ofcourse, and step towards him a bit.

"Thank you. You too are looking no less than Prince Charming."

He chuckles, looking down and straightens his posture, "Alright, princess. Shall we go?"

My head tilts in query and as I open my mouth to speak he shushed me, " uh huh, not now. It's a surprise." He smiles and goes over to the other side of the car and holds the door for me.

Cliché, according to me, but who's keeping the tabs?

I nod, silently thanking him and take my seat. He jogs around slowly and takes the driver seat. We wear our seat belts and he starts driving.

"I promise to try my best to make this something special. Hope you like it 'cause, I am really counting on it."

I couldn't stop the chuckle leaving me,"I am sure it would be great. You didn't have to arrange anything, though. A simple café would have been great too."

"Hey, don't think like that. You deserve things just like you are, special." He looks at me with his gaze soft and hovering over my face, surely to read my expressions. He is trying to flatter me, impress me. Nice trick. I am sure other girls would already swoon to his tactics, but not me. I keep them neutral. 

I don't want to ruin anything before it even starts. I smile lightly and tip my head towards left, "Thank you. And we will have a wonderful time."

His lips wet his lower lip slightly, thinking something. Maybe intepreting my statement and drawing a conclusion.  His lips separate to speak but snaps them shut and looks away.

He doesn't trust me. 

Well, I don't see a reason why he should, yet. We don't know each other. But I'll have to admit, he maybe something more than what he let on others to see about him. He clearly sees more than any rich kid does. His words are carefully chosen, cautious, trying not to hurt anyone's sentiments, yet prying information out of them. He uses flattery to make people comfortable around him. Basic move. But, no wonder, he might show his other side when in need, and he wouldn't even hesitate about it.