This is the night of your life and you can feel the sweat trickling down your back. The hot summer night air sings with promise, and the hiss of the crickets echo in the gravel driveway. You wait for your prince to drive up in his golden chariot and take you away, but the clock is ticking. Suddenly, the crunch of gravel makes you jump and a carriage appears. The carriage is gold and silver, a most attractive contraption, but all you see when it pulls up to you is one white-gloved hand that pulls you into the plush interior, lined in red velvet. The smell of musk gently caresses you, raising goose bumps on your arms as it draws its cold fingers over your skin. Your heart is racing, thudding against your mint green Victorian era ball gown. You have dreamed of this day ever since your mother died.
A masked costume ball. No one will ever know how you lived before. The very thought of it thrills you. Your carriage lurches to a stop and when that pristine white glove opens the door you gasp in shock. You have been taken to a large stone mansion that looks almost like a castle. Graceful women in gowns of all hues glide on the arms of men in Victorian era suits. You step out into this strange new world, green slippers padding on pebble paths.
“So,” you jump as you hear a voice behind you. “I’ve found my princess.” The person behind you is dressed in black dress pants, a matching vest and a puffy white dress shirt. The person behind you is a woman. She is bowing to you, holding a top hat in her hyand. You smile softly.
“Come to the ballroom with me,” the strangers asks you, taking your arm. “Let us dance the night away.”
You spend hours dancing dizzyingly, being led by this mesmerizing stranger. Suddenly, without warning, the bell is tolling midnight.
“Oh no!” you turn, though it wrenches your heart to leave this wonderful new love. “I must go!” you feel your feet pounding, as if you WANTED to go back to the life you had before. Your foot hooks on a ornamental stone and you go sprawling, twisting your ankle in the process.
“I knew you’d hurt yourself in all your hurry,” the wonderful woman had followed you and you blush when you realize that she must have seen what a klutz you are. You feel her hands untying your mask, but by now, you’ve stopped caring. You are completely unprepared for what happens next. You feel her warm lips pressing against yours, pushing and searching. When she pulls away she is only inches from your face, her green eyes sparkling in the lamplight.
“I’ll find you,” she whispers, her sweet breath curling around your face in a soft invisible cloud. “Be my Cinderella.” With that, she takes one of your slippers and walks away.
--Atonal Safetypin-- Community Member 
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