Part 3 - The Carriage
Instead of Logan, a white limo and its driver waited for her.
The driver was a small man in a black suit. He had a bushy mustache and his front teeth were a little
pronounced, making him resemble a mouse. Max smiled to herself as the small man stepped up to
her and held out a note.
*M - Please take the limo to the ball and meet me there.*
It could only be Logan's doing. The driver opened the door for her and Max slid into the soft leather
seats. She leaned back as the driver started the car. Soft music filled the backseat, and Max smiled
as she recognized the tune. Valse Triste.
Soon they arrived at the mansion where the ball was being held. The driver opened the door for Max
and then took her to the door where he handed her over to the doorman. "Miss Maxine Guevara," he
whispered to the doorman.
The doorman escorted Max down a hall to the ballroom. They stood on s balcony above the room. A
hush fell over the room and everyone turned to look at them. Max felt like a contestant in a pageant.
"Miss Maxine Guevara," the doorman announced. He gestured for Max to go down the curving
staircase to the ballroom floor where Logan waited, leaning on his cane.
When she reached the bottom, Logan took her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Max," he whispered
looking up at her, "You are stunningly beautiful."
"Thank you," she said as he tucked her hand under his arm and lead her towards the dance floor.
"And thanks for the limo ride. Wherever did you find glass slippers?"
"Max, what glass slippers?"
She pulled up her skirts and pointed. "Those glass slippers."
"Max, I didn't send them."
Instead of Logan, a white limo and its driver waited for her.
The driver was a small man in a black suit. He had a bushy mustache and his front teeth were a little
pronounced, making him resemble a mouse. Max smiled to herself as the small man stepped up to
her and held out a note.
*M - Please take the limo to the ball and meet me there.*
It could only be Logan's doing. The driver opened the door for her and Max slid into the soft leather
seats. She leaned back as the driver started the car. Soft music filled the backseat, and Max smiled
as she recognized the tune. Valse Triste.
Soon they arrived at the mansion where the ball was being held. The driver opened the door for Max
and then took her to the door where he handed her over to the doorman. "Miss Maxine Guevara," he
whispered to the doorman.
The doorman escorted Max down a hall to the ballroom. They stood on s balcony above the room. A
hush fell over the room and everyone turned to look at them. Max felt like a contestant in a pageant.
"Miss Maxine Guevara," the doorman announced. He gestured for Max to go down the curving
staircase to the ballroom floor where Logan waited, leaning on his cane.
When she reached the bottom, Logan took her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Max," he whispered
looking up at her, "You are stunningly beautiful."
"Thank you," she said as he tucked her hand under his arm and lead her towards the dance floor.
"And thanks for the limo ride. Wherever did you find glass slippers?"
"Max, what glass slippers?"
She pulled up her skirts and pointed. "Those glass slippers."
"Max, I didn't send them."