Cinderella Part 4 - The Ball
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"Max, I didn't send them."
"Then who did?"
Logan shrugged. "A fairy godmother?"
Max thought back to Flora Merryweather. The woman had certainly looked like a fairy godmother.
And she'd said something about wands. Max knew that the label on the package had changed
between Jam Pony and her apartment. But no way could it be . . . . however, Max herself was
something of a wonder, so she couldn't rule it out completely.
"Want to dance?" Logan asked.
"Yes," Max told him. He guided her out to the dance floor. An arm confidently slid around her waist,
pulling her closer to his body. His other hand interlaced fingers with hers as they slowly started
waltzing. Max rested her head on Logan's chest as they glided across the floor. After a while Logan
placed Max's hand over his heart and held it there.
Max enjoyed herself that night. Logan never left her side, and they danced to almost every song.
Later they sat outside under the stars and talked.
"Thanks for coming," Logan told her.
"No big dealio," she whispered, "I enjoyed it."
Logan smiled and leaned in to kiss her. And that's when the clock struck twelve.