I stared at him as he made his way through the crowd; his gaze remained fixated upon me, and his hand reached out to meet mine.
"Good evening, mistress," he spoke with dignity, with his eye glinted with astonishment. "Might I catch you on this fine dance?"
I make my hand forward to meet his warm palms, and his tender fingers interlocked with mine. For a moment, the world seemed to halt. I reply simply, "I'm afraid I cannot."
"Why not?"
"I'm waiting on someone." Why did I lie?
"Your prince has come to your arrival," he replied with a large grin. His beady eyes glowed with confidence as he pulled me in. "Please, let me make you comfortable."
I flush. Although it was true I had no person to dance with, this man seemed completely out of my league. As he grips his hand upon my hip, my heart pounded. Wow, I whispered under my breath, as he gently guided me to the floor, and prompted me in a twirl.
"You seem quite hesitant," he murmured softly. "How can I ease your tensions? Would a nice drink help?"
I simply chuckle. "Oh, thank you, but I am not a drinker."
A smirk curled upon his face. "Not much of a drinker? Not even for a nice glass of wine?"
"Wine? Who do you think I am?"
"Someone that will repeat this dance with me at our wedding."
"I - oh, damn you," I exclaim, as I flush with fluster. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"
"As long as you're my princess, I'll be your Prince Charming."
The piano begun, and we continued deeper into a waltz. Being held like this sent butterflies throughout my skin. It was almost like I had repeated this before, in another life, with these hands upon me so familiar. This was the night that begun our life.