Cinderella
She had done it, she had finally made it to the ball. Stepping out of the carriage Cinderella scanned the palace entrance.
"no sign of my step mother or the girls, thank goodness"
Making her way up the stairs and into the ball room she gasped at the beauty of the room. Beautiful woman and their families surrounded the room, diamond chandeliers hung from an exquisite ceiling. A single line of red carpet was placed in the centre of the room and as Cinderella followed it towards the throne of the King, her eyes met with the most handsome man she had ever seen. Jet black hair with a jaw line to die for and eyes as green as the grass in a ray of sun, these are what she first noticed about the Prince. Now of course as young woman many other thoughts crossed Cinderella's mind, thoughts that made her blush from her cheeks to the tips of her delicate ears.
She imagined what his strong hands would feel like against her soft skin, and what his lips would feel like against her neck. Cinderella realized with a start that they were still looking at each other, and with a tiny gasp she realized that he had begun to walk towards her.