Elle's secret boyfriend .

Am I a Cinderella

I felt nothing less than a Cinderella, when Allan Hawthorne sweeped me off the floor. The song ended fast than I anticipated. We left the dance floor,the stunned visitors had resumed their usual partying rather than Mike, who was staring at me awestruck.
Allan Hawthorne gave me a grin as he was pulled away by some old man whose appearance gave me a demeanour he is quite an important individual. I sat next to Mike venting out every detail how I met him. He heard every word with rapt attention. His face looked grave, "I find it surreal, of all the girls in the world why you? "
It is hard to trust someone like Hawthorne, you can't trust these rich guys.
I gave him, look who is saying that look.
"OK, OK... Me included... But in your case with Allan, I am just concerned... I wish it stops here,candy you are too innocent and then he paused".
I knew he was genuinely concerned, plus I can grab the gravity of the situation..
"now stop thinking and go flirt with girls "he walked away kissing on my forehead.
I sat there alone, a few guys asked me for dance I danced with few,but I wanted to replay the moment I had spent with Mr Hawthorne. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me, Mr Hawthorne, his young face radiated a flamboyant charm. Miss Elena Drewstone, can I sit by your side".
I grinned so wide that my lips nearly tore off.
He sat by my side silently, it felt so special,maybe I will get up tomorrow, maybe all of it is just an other dream....
I started the conversation" Mr Hawthorne why are you here? "

"call me Allan, I was invited Elena "he replied with a naughty grin trailing on his lips.

"you know something I was fan of yours for about 6 years now" I heaved. "I will never forget this day in my life,thank you for making it so special "

He grinned, his smile made him look like a version of Eros himself. Soon, we were conversing so engrossed that I literally was spilling the beans, about how I always had a crush on him and how I saved every little penny to buy his poster.
He laughed at my insanity, but he looked genuinely sad.

He smiled at me, just before walking away he asked"Do you see me in your dreams? "
I nodded, blushing pink.
"how often? "he enquired.
I felt ashamed to admit "About two to three times a week ".
He smiled at me... Winking...

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"he spoke to you again"Mike asked.
I nodded in response..
Suddenly someone knocked the door. It must be Mrs Rosewood, we didn't meet her after the party.