I guess it was the way he looked at me.
Like I was the only girl present in the room. I walked across the marble floors, heels clacking. The whole world drowned out, we were the only ones that mattered.
His hand gently lifted up my chin, and I gazed into his eyes longingly. And we both knew. We were meant for eachother.
His hand found its way around my waist and gripped my other hand arching it in the air. Mine, in sync found it's way to his broad shoulders. He made the first move pushing us out into the center of the floor.
Everyone watched in admiration and envy as we waltz in the center of the ballroom. I felt like Cinderella that night.
And he was my Prince Charles.
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The Millionaire's Wife
RomanceHow is it like to be the wife of a millionaire? You can imagine yachts, money, diamonds, and hot sex every night. Seems like the perfect life, does it not? But it's anything but.
