A boy, a girl--- in the CEMETERY, Dancing like its endless, like in a ball with the prince and princess itselves. That's Margaret's dream. But its not an ordinary dream.
Isn't it strange to dream it every year in the same place, same date and same faces?
Who is that boy she's dancing, or perhaps that could reveal her true past?
Guys check it out my new story entitled DANCING UNDER MOON AND STARS---i swear it would quench your imaginations and thoughts about it. But still ongoing. please read and vote.. thanks!! :)
