The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Twenty Seven

CALIFORNIA'S TROY AND GABRIELLA

"Thank you for the dance," Josh Mantle said, giving her a small smile.

The blonde in a white masquerade mask returned his smile. She was still reeling from the sizzle of exhilaration inside her when she'd finally loosened up on the dance floor!

She quelled a gasp when someone softly tapped her shoulder. "Hey."

The blonde turned around to face the young man she'd been admiring from a distance for years.. That familiar head of boyish brown hair, those soulful green eyes. The guy who'd traveled half the world giving joy to people through his songs, the person who was always on the front cover of the most successful fashion magazines. He'd been bestowed the title of "World's Sexiest Musician" and "America's 10th Richest Male Teen" last year.

Her bedroom was covered with posters of him, even a framed photo of him on her nightstand, her laptop teeming with collages of him and high stacks of old catalogs with him in every page.

And he was standing in front of her, looking uncharacteristically shy in a smart black unbuttoned blazer with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his green eyes softening as he wordlessly implored her to listen to him.

"Hey," the masked blonde replied, her voice serene, her green eyes full of calm.

His broad shoulders sagging with relief, Trent Morgan bravely took a step closer to her.

She moved back in reaction, giving him a curious gaze. 

The model swallowed down his nervousness. Then randomly, he asked her, "Have you watched High School Musical?"

Folding her gloved arms in front of her chest, the masked blonde lifted a hand to her chin, bemusement written over her features.

"I love it," she answered in a tranquil tone.

Trent smiled affably. He then extended his hand to her. "Can I have this dance?" he gallantly asked.

Comprehension dawned in the girl's green eyes. She nodded her head, before gingerly placing her hand in his, feeling a warm, protective tingle shoot through her arm as their palms met.

Instantly, the huge crowd parted for the couple, like the red sea, and the music began to fill the ballroom as the handsome model guided the mysterious masked girl into the dance floor.

H.S.M's "Can I Have This Dance?" resonated throughout the grand ballroom, and in the audience of jealous faces, a fair amount of heads began to bob to the vibrant rhythm.

The beautiful blonde gently sneaked her right gloved hand in Trent's left hand, their fingers intertwined, while his right hand respectfully stayed on her back, just below her shoulder, and she lightly rested her left hand on his right arm, and they just lost themselves in the music.

Take my hand, take a breath.. Pull me close and take one step

Keep your eyes locked on mine.. And let the music be your guide

Everyone stared, mesmerized by the couple effortlessly in time with each other.

Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget) 

We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) Wherever we go next

It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you

Trent lifted her up easily as she pushed herself off the floor, and when her white flats touched the shiny wooden floor at once, he twirled her around like a princess, her long white skirt flaring out above the ground, the gems and stones shimmering so magically that the girl in the white mask couldn't stop the blissful smile from spreading across her face.