36 parts Complete A Cinderella tale from the old west
Emeleth watched as the cowboy walked across the dance floor approaching her. Her emotions were mixed. She was elated he had taken her to the dance. He excited her too she had to admit. He had said he would come and take her to the dance. Her heart had responded just to his presence and keeping of his promise. "Relax Em," she whispered to herself, "slow deep breaths...there that's better." But how did she really feel, her feeling were quite mixed. On one hand she absolutely hated the man at times with an intensity that surprised her when he said stupid things which he was apparently good at. Yet she found him attractive, amusing at times and even exciting. She realized that he had found her attractive and she liked that too. He had said as much. Perhaps if he kept his mouth shut she mused. "Yes," whispered to her self, "don't talk cowboy. I'll just look at you and smile." David spotted her standing with her sister and the pastors wife and smiled at her as he approached. "Why did he have to smile?" Emeleth thought and she felt her heart race and her face flush.
"I believe this dance is mine Em," David said.
"Em doesn't dance," Amanda said and Phoebe nodded in agreement.
"But she will with me," David said again smiling as he offered her his arm, "come Cinderella you were born to dance." Emeleth took his arm and followed.
