Dancing Cinderella's Chuck Taylors

Chapter 3

Ellie's POV

I'm struck by the grandeur of the school ballroom. Light blue curtains on either side of every window in the grand ballroom of the school, the soft lights illuminating every inch of the ballroom like a mini sun, students in their best ball gowns and tuxes with their masks, a dais was placed on the other end of the ballroom face to face with the entrance where the sponsor sat and the masters of ceremonies speak, but I will never miss the expensive display of foods on the west side of the ballroom. That is like the best detail my eyes have ever encountered. I'm tempted to swallow every food in display like a savage but I remembered, I have to act like a normal, civilized, human being so I wouldn't be humiliated in front of the whole student body.

I walked down the stairs with my beautiful, navy blue ball gown, the sparkles sparkling softly. The curled, blonde wig that I was currently wearing was cascading down my back like ocean waves, my face covered by a very beautiful blue-gold mask with gilded swirls with only my bright, blue eyes and half of my face visible.

I can feel the eyes of every single person in the ballroom staring at my gliding figure descending down the staircase. I feel uncomfortable with all the attention sticking to me like glue so instead of observing the people currently present in the ballroom, I casted my eyes downwards, staring at the steps of the staircase.

When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I saw a male figure few feet ahead. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white dress shirt, peach boutonnière on his coat pocket, black, shiny dress shoes, and a blue striped tie. He has familiar blonde hair and familiar green eyes protruding from his black mask.

He walked over to me with slow, but confident, strides. He bowed down and I curtsied. He stood up straight on his back, his 6'4 frame an Empire State Building to my midget height of 5'1, 5'5 because of my 4 inch heels.

He outstretched his hand with his palm up and asked, "Would you like to dance with me, lovely lady?"

I offered a small smile and curtsied, "Of course."

I placed my hand on his and we walked to the dance floor together and danced the night away. We danced and danced and danced and we seemed entranced with each other, my only hypothesis as to why we never stopped dancing.

We can't stop staring at each other's eyes, his enchanting, forest green eyes that's so enchanting it's almost magical. The song stopped but we didn't move from our spot, him still holding my waist and my hand, my hand resting on his shoulder and my other hand holding his hand.

Suddenly, the loud echo of the bell startled me out of my reverie. It's midnight! I tried to get away from his grip and go home because if my stepmom found out that I attended the ball, she'll have my head hanging on our front door but I couldn't move. It seems that my body is betraying my mind, wanting to stay instead of running home away from here.

Then, he suddenly let go of my hand with his other hand still on my waist, leaving my hand feeling cold without his hand's warmth.

He brought his hands to his mask. He's about to take off his mask.

He lifted the mask and I gasped, "A—"

"MS. CINDERS!"

I was harshly awoken from my dream by Ms. Nitemear screeching my name. I looked around and saw that almost all of my classmates are holding their laughs. Is there drool on my face or something?