Disclaimer: This is getting tiresome…I own nothing.

***Sam's Point of View***

I knew I should have gotten here earlier. Everyone was staring now.

I walked to the bottom of the steps and just stood there. I stared down at my feet, until I heard a voice.

"Hello," a guy's voice spoke.

I raised my head.

"Hi," I said in a small voice.

I studied him. He was dressed in a sharp looking black and red suit with a red mask hiding his identity.

He held out his hand.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

I looked at the mass of people in formal attire. They were all staring and there were even some guys who stopped half way looking disappointed that someone beat them to me. A lot of guys. They all wanted to dance with me. Me! I wasn't tom boy, mean Sam. I was a beautiful, mysterious girl with long blonde hair.

Kind of like Cinderella.

And by the look of the person in front of me, he was my Prince Charming.

I grabbed his hand.

"Okay," I said.

He smiled and led me to the dance floor. Another song started a slow waltz.

Thank God, I don't ever skip gym. Those ballroom dancing lessons sure paid off. We swirled around in circles moving our feet in four steps to the rhythm of the dance.

We surpassed all the other dancers, and it seemed as we were flying across the dance floor. I looked in his chocolate brown eyes the whole time, losing myself in them.

I've never felt this way about anyway before, this was a different feeling than the one I got with Sam, this was deeper than that. Even though, I've only known him for five minutes, it feels like I've known him my whole life.

His eyes, were so familiar…

He spun me around one last time, and I landed in his arms as the song came to an end.

"Do you want to get some air?" he whispered in my ear.

"Sure," I whispered back.

He smiled and took my hand again. He led me to big glass doors in the back of the room that led outside.

We got outside to see a star filled sky with a large beautiful moon. We were surrounded by different shrubs and flowers lining the cobblestone path. We walked down the path a little bit, by the pond that in fact had swans. I stared at the beautiful and graceful white birds and thought how weirdly similar this was to Carly's story. I also wondered how the hotel got the swans; there weren't many swans here in Seattle.

I faced away from him and gazed at the beautiful sky until I felt his hand on my bare shoulder. He ran it down my arm and then touched my hand. He turned me around so I was facing him again. We both gazed into each other's eyes until he took a finger and lifted my chin.

We both leaned forward and everything vanished from my mind except from him and his lips. When we were only a couple centimeters apart I closed my eyes and he softly placed his lips on mine. With Sam it was a shock, but with my Charming (okay, so I don't know his name, so I can call him Charming if I want!) it was fire.

A hot, burning fire filled with passion that warmed my whole body. And just like a fire it started as a small flame but turned into a raging forest fire. He held onto my back and I knotted my fingers in his dark hair, knocking off his hat, but neither of us noticed.

Our mouths opened and closed at the same time. The kiss was sweet, yet passionate.

It wasn't just "sucking face" like my kisses with Sam.

With Charming it was familiar…

Yeah, it was familiar, very familiar, everything about Charming was familiar.

He finally broke the kiss, and he still had his eyes closed as we pulled apart.

"That was great," he whispered.

I laughed.

"It was," I said.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.

"Sure," I smiled.

"Okay, wait here, I'll be right back."

He walked off. After he went back inside I walked back to the doors so I could watch him. He went to the punch table and talked to a girl in a green dress with dark hair.

I think it was Carly.

Why was he talking to Carly?

He lifted his mask so he could see better.

My mouth dropped with my stomach, and it felt like time froze.

Freddie. It was Freddie.

My Prince Charming.

Another realization came to me.

I cheated on Sam, with Freddie. I've become as bad as Jonah.

I'm a cheater.

I gave out a small cry while millions of emotions ran through me. The guy I thought I was in love with was Freddie. I don't know what was worse. Falling in love with guy I thought I only knew for half an hour, or that it was Freddie the guy I knew my whole life.

A tear escaped my eye, ran down my cheek and from under my mask. My stomach lurched. I kissed Freddie. Not an innocent get-it-out-of-the-way first kiss. This was a kiss.

Then I knew I had to get out of there. So, I made a run for it. I ran back inside, past the punch table, through the wave of swirling dresses and dancing, and up the steps. Only when I turned around for a moment at the large doors and saw Freddie from the table at the back of the room (who put his mask back on) finally see where I was. I noticed the large clock on the wall was making loud sounds.

It was the stroke of midnight.

And I was getting the heck out of there.

OMG!

Sam knows!

Freddie knows!

But does Freddie know that Sam knows?

Review and find out ;P

Love Always,

Lu ;]