Stupid disclaimer.... I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT AND I NEVER WILL!!!! Everything belongs

to Stephanie Meyer....

One day I will find my Edward Cullen. I will make him dye his hair bronze if it's not already. If he doesn't sparkle in the sun, I will pour glitter on him. If he isn't pale, I will forbid the sun and tanning salons. If he's not tall and strong, it's time to visit the gym.

I saw the colorful dresses worn by all the ladies within the room twirl around their ankles as the men spun and twirled them. I looked at my own pale red pink, with blonde curls coming into view. I stood next to a tall woman who had a heart-shaped face and blonde hair that neatly in a bun on top of her head. On her hair, a glittering golden, diamond studded tiara sparkled proudly. On my left, was a man with dark hair that framed his face nicely. On his head, was a golden crown.

What? I heard a chime of silver on glass, and everyone stopped dead in their tracks. It took every ounce of courage to lift my hand to my hair. There too was a tiara. Awkward. A blonde man stepped out of the crowd. He smiled at me. Why did he look familiar? He looked exactly like Carlisle, but only.... human. His blue eyes bore into mine. I could only guess what color my eyes were now. This was too weird.

He began to walk up to me, and I felt almost drawn to him. Almost like I was to Edward. Was I in love with this man? I thought I was. Okay I'm confused!!!!! Despite what my head screamed, I could feel a smile creep up on my features. I looked down... MY FEET WERE MOVING!!!! They were moving from side to side, like they were saying 'Hurry up and get up here.'

I looked back up at him, but it wasn't him. His eyes were blood red, skin pale, and hair long and dark black. He held a vile of some clear liquid in one hand. I heard the man on my left yelling, but at the same time I couldn't hear it. I knew he was yelling, but I heard no words. I was too focused on the red-eyed man in front of me.

A butler holding a silver platter with three golden goblets on it walked by slowly. It seamed that the 'argument' between the man at my side and the man out on the floor was trough, and so the dark-haired man bowed, one hand extended farther out than the other. It appeared that he was holding back the thick woolen cloak he wore. The hand that was farther out, though, seamed to be holding a vile of what seemed to be water. I only got a glance before the sleeve of his cloak covered his hand. Just as the butler passed, a drop of the clear liquid fell into the middle goblet.(A./N. Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but this whole paragraph happened within a matter of seconds. Okay?) With a sweep of his cloak, he was gone.

While the man on my left calmed down, the butler came up to the three of us, and handed each of golden goblet. I looked down at mine, and noticed that it had a faint silver colored swirl to it. I could tell that the drink was supposed to be red wine. Why would you give someone under-age red-wine? I felt as if I had just entered crazy town, and guess who the mayor was: me!

I was about to protest about drinking wine, but the woman on my right (the one with the other tiara) looked at me and said, "Come now dear, it's impolite not to accept your own toast." She took a sip of the wine. I looked out and saw that everyone on the dance floor was either bowing or curtsying. My arm move up to my mouth, but I could do nothing to stop it. Wine washed over my tongue. I swallowed, thinking of nothing more than the disgusting taste.

A gasp escaped me as I felt the air rush out of my lungs. My legs buckle under me, and with a clatter, the goblet and my body hit the floor.

She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

It's been a long day
And there's still work to do
She's pulling at me
Saying "Dad, I need you

There's a ball at the castle
And I've been invited
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone...

Cinderella ~ Steven Curtis Chapman