Cinderella Story

Part 4

The ballroom was grander than Frisk had ever imagined. It glowed golden with its own light as people, dressed beautifully in clothes of many colors.

"Excuse me?"

Frisk smiled as a skeleton her age offered his hand. His gaze was shy, face blue. "I was hoping...if I could have this dance?"

As the waltz started up, Frisk took his hand.

"I would love to."

-_-

Sans gulped, praying that his childhood dancing lessons wouldn't fail him.

The young woman smiled at him shyly, in the way that told him she didn't know who he was. Good. That should be kept.

They talked as they danced, yet Sans were careful not to bring up names. This girl was fascinating, and he didn't want to drive her away.

One dance turned into two, then three. The two danced together until the clock struck midnight.

The mysterious young woman sighed, pulling away. Her blush hadn't died down. "I have to go."

"Really?" Sans groaned.

"Yeah."

He shifted on his feet. "Could you come tomorrow?"

The young woman brightened. Then she pressed her lips against his cheekbone.

"I'll be happy to."