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Bella:

"The Prince is too polite." I murmured as I watched the Prince dance with the one evil stepsister, 'Anastasia,' as she stomped on his feet. She was as bad as a dancer as me. I suddenly felt horrible.

Had I stolen a Cinderella's Prince Charming?

I glanced at Edward who was smiling.

I wondered if he saw me in her dancing skills.

"Isn't that what Prince Charming is supposed to do? Be perfect in everyway? Polite; Charming; Dashing; Handsome…"

Edward had listed everything about himself.

I shrugged, blushing more to myself.

"And this true love thing… with the touching of the hands?" Edward glance at me and took my hand. "Do you feel true love…when our hands touch?" I gave him a blush. Our love was so much stronger than just labeled as 'True Love.'

"Yes…" I whispered.

"Cinderella and her Prince share the same connection. They're meant to be with each other." Edward explained.

"Like us…" I murmured. Edward smiled. "Yes, I suppose."

I found myself holding my breath as Cinderella was taken to the ship—to be sent away, and the Prince went off to go after her. I wondered if Edward would ever come after me—even if he had forgotten me…

As I watched the Prince land on the ship, and ask her, "Remember me?" and hold her hands—recapturing their romance, I could see the Prince transform in my mind.

He transformed into Edward.
His dark hair, shimmering in the breeze.

His golden eyes—so beautiful…

Edward drew me out of my daydream when he murmured, "This is very twisted. Clones of Cinderella, evil pumpkin rides…"

I couldn't help but laugh.

I watched as Cinderella—or the fake one—make her way down the isle to marry the Prince.

Suddenly, I saw myself.

What if I was that fake Cinderella.

Taking the place of a girl that should have loved Edward.

Could have loved Edward.

Could have been with Edward.

If Edward was the Prince, and I was the real Cinderella… would he know if it was really me? Just by the touch of my hand?

Was our love that strong?

I felt Edward's cold fingertips bring my face toward his, and he kissed me gently.

"What are you thinking about Cinderella?"

I smiled and glanced at him.

"Nothing, Prince Charming. Just thinking…how lucky I am."

"Hardly." He whispered. "Try again."

Edward knew me too well.

"What if I stole someone their Prince Charming?" I murmured quietly.

Edward smiled.

"You haven't. You're my Cinderella, Bella. I promise." He whispered, kissing me gently.

"I wouldn't want anyone else."

He grasped my hand, and I knew what he spoke was true.