Cinderella's Chapter Eleven
I twirled in the dark blue gown my fairy godmother made me. It was styled like the first, but in a darker color. I loved every gown I wore for the three balls, but the first will always be my favorite.
"Remember- midnight and it all goes back."
I nodded.
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I scanned the room for Lost, biting my lip. I was afraid he was sick of by presense.
"Can I have this dance?" Lost asked, surprising me again.
"Of course."
This time he lead me to the center of the dance floor.
"They're looking at us!" I hissed, my face heating up.
"Us? No, just you." Lost said, chucking.
"Stop flirting!" I giggled. Lost grinned, shaking his head.
"Never."
"Why me? Of all the people in this room...why me?"
"Its fate, love."
"Mmm..." I glanced at my step family, who were glaring at me. They thought I was just a girl who won someone's attention.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
"Who do you think I am?" Lost asked, grinning.
"Someone with royal connections."
"You're right. How connected though?"
"Not sure," I mumbled.
"...don't hate me if I tell you." Lost muttered.
"I won't. We're fate, remember?" I laughed slightly. Lost smiled a little, but it wasn't like his normal smile. It was smaller and sadder.
"I'm...I'm the prince." he said, taking a deep breath.
"Oh." I murmured. "Is it bad that I don't know your name?"
Lost laughed, a true and pure laugh.
I grinned when I heard that. It was a beautiful laugh, like a song.
"And you? Are you a princess from a far land?" Lost teased, lifting me up andvspinning me around.
"I'm just a lonely boy in a messed up world." I sighed. Lost squeezed my hand, his eyes sympathetic.
"I wish I could help.
"I wish I could help myself."
"Mmm. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
"Fate will bring us together, right?"
"Of course it will."
I shut my eyes, and heard the clock.
"I-I have to go!" I gasped. Lost nodded, but then grabbed my arm.
"I don't know your name!"
I shook him off, my face flashing regret. Lost watched me leave, then chased me.
I slipped one of my glass slippers off and left it on the stairs.
"Good luck." I whispered, and limp-ran away.
A/n: woo-hoo, the slipper is gooone! Idk if they have chemistry but it's a fairytale lol
Edit: I named this chapter 13 wheeze
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