The Cinderella Contract (on hold)

Chapter 4- Cinderella's Phone

         Fantine answered, putting it on speaker. "Hello?"

         Hello?! Someone stole my phone and all you can say is hello?!

        "Yeah... Hi. Tell Cinderella she left her phone at The Ruse when she ran off at midnight." A familiar voice came through the speaker.

        "Cinderella? You mean-" I cut her off by grabbing the phone.

        "Yeah. I want my phone back now." I demanded harshly.

        There was a moment of silence. "Well meet me at the Tower Plaza Café in roughly thirty minutes. I'll ride in on a noble white steed to save the day." Click. The line went dead.

        Fantine's eyes grew wide in excitement. "Oh. My. God! He's your Prince Charming!"

        I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Really Fantine? My life isn't a Disney movie."

        Fantine's ecstatic smile continued. "Come on Desiree. You spent all night talking and dancing with him. Even I could see the steam rolling off you guys!"

        "I didn't really have much say! The alcohol kind of stole my ability to say 'get the hell away' from me." I protested.

        Sotiria pitched in. "Oh come on. He was a total catch. If you deny that, then you need your eyes checked."

        I glared at them. "Tamir. Help me out!"

        Tamir threw up his hands. "Do not involve me in this! I am an innocent bystander!"

        I scoffed at his remark. "You are never innocent! You were born devious!"

        That brought a grin to Tamir's face. "Why thank you. I try. However, should you be going to meet you knight in shining armor?"

        I stormed out of the room, my rage fuming like a volcano. Even though I had no desire in this person... Whoever he is, I was not going out in public looking like this. I had stopped in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection.

        The lounge clothes I put on were an old pair of sweat pants. I'm sad to admit it... but I'm kind of a slob. I mean, half of the food I try and put into my mouth ends up on my lap. Maybe a slight exaggeration, but not by much. There were stains on the sweat pants from whatever it was I had managed to spill on them. My old t-shirt was in no better shape. There were several small holes in the grey fabric, making it obvious it was one of my favorites. Yup. Definitely changing.

        I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans from the top shelf and a neon Aztec print tank. I threw both of them on in a hurry. Not feeling like doing anything to my hair, I pulled it up into a pony. I then looked at myself in the mirror to see if I was presentable.

        After I deemed myself decent enough to be seen by others, I went to the front door and slipped on my flip-flops. "I'll see you guys soon. If I'm not back in two hours, assume I have been kidnapped by some weirdo."

        Tamir grinned at me as I was walking out the door. "Have fun on your date, princess!"

        I slammed the door. I refused to go on a date with a complete stranger. My only motive for going to the Tower Plaza Café was that my life is in my phone. Meaning it had my day-to-day schedule and possible employer contacts in it. I shuddered at the thought that this man had all night to mess around with the phone. Oh no! What if he took indecent pictures?! Or worse! He could have spent the night changing my schedule! I was now regretting not putting a lock on my phone.