It was the night of the party, and Peach was the most excited she had ever been in a while. Donning a nice, pink party dress, she was currently brush her long, blonde hair.

"So, what kind of party is this going to be?" he asked. "I haven't been to one in a long time. Then again, there are a lot of things I haven't done in a long time."

"It's probably nothing like you're used to," Peach told him. "It's a just a bunch of people my age at someone's house, dancing to fiddle music and talking to each other. Not like the fancy balls you'd go to."

"I'm afraid you've misjudged me, my dear." he replied with a smirk. "I have been to some... interesting parties in my day." She wasn't sure what he meant by that, and was too afraid to ask.

"Well, this is just a small party, I think. It shouldn't get too interesting." she assured him. "But I am going on my first date, so that'll be exciting."

"What is this Bowser like?" he asked. "You seem to be fond of him."

She put her brush down. "Oh, he's strong, tough..." she mused. "And handsome too."

"I see." he simply said. Peach wondered if something was bothering him. Was he jealous? She couldn't tell. Bringing it up was a bad idea, so she kept quiet.

She got up and twirled around in her dress. Getting a good look at it, he could see that it was a simple, light pink dress with a natural corset in the back, it went down to her ankles, where she wore medium pink shoes. He'd never say it out loud, but she did look beautiful in that dress, especially with the necklace.

Just then, Toadsworth came into the room. "Peach? Are you ready? Bowser is here."

"Alright, just a second!" she replied. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "It's time." she said, trying not to look excited.

"I hope you have fun on your date." he told her.

"Thank you, I'll be back later tonight." she smiled as she left, still showing a bit of excitement.

After she left, he grinned. "Think I might check out this party myself." He thought to himself as he disappeared.

On their way to the party, there wasn't really much conversation. He did greet one of his buddies, and he seemed pretty outgoing, but he didn't really speak to her that much, except for an occasional compliment on her appearance.

They made it to the party, and Peach was surprised. There were more people than she expected. Someone was playing cheerful fiddle music somewhere and others were dancing, while some where hanging out.

"We should join them and dance!" Bowser told her.

"Really? Alright." she accepted.

"Great!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a dance.

Bowser wasn't really a dancer, and she could tell. She felt like she was being thrown around in circles, and he seemed unaware of his lack of skill.

This lasted for five minutes before the fiddler took a break. She let go of him and was relieved to take a break.

"How was that, babe?" he asked.

"It was... fine." She didn't want to hurt his feelings. "I'm going to take a quick break. I need some space."

"Okay, take as long as you need! I got plenty a' moves left, haha!" he cheered. She simply nodded as she decided to walk around.

After admiring the scenery in the hallway, she found Pauline, wearing a fancy red dress.

"Oh, hey!" she greeted.

"Hello." Peach replied back.

"Are you enjoying the party?" she asked. "Where's your date?"

"Oh, he's in the other room. I decided to take a break." she told her.

"Well, if you're ever feeling tired, there's plenty of guest bedrooms if you need to relax." she explained. "Parties can be exhausting, trust me."

Peach could help but laugh a bit. "Thanks for letting me know."

"It's no problem." she smiled, walking back into the kitchen.

After that conversation, she felt well enough to return to the party.

Walking back, Peach saw something terrible.

She couldn't believe her eyes. It couldn't be true. Bowser was kissing another girl. Right in front of her. As they pulled away, he saw her and had a guilty look, like he had been caught red handed.

How could he have done that to her? She felt tears forming in her eyes and she ran out of the room.

Finding herself in empty bedroom, she made sure no one else was there and shut the door. She walked over to the bed and felt herself falling onto it crying. This night had turned awful, and she felt so foolish, and even embarrassed.

Just then, she heard a familiar voice. "My, you don't seem to be having much fun at all."

She looked up and saw an all too familiar face. "What are you doing here?"

"I just decided to stop by and see how you were doing. And it seems as though you aren't doing that well." he told her, his reflection floating near her. "What happened?"

"Oh, I saw Bowser kissing another girl." she said, trying to wipe tears from her eyes.

"That lousy imbecile." he huffed. "How dare he do something so shallow."

"I was so happy to finally have a date for once in my life..." she cried. "I never get the chance to do anything romantic with a guy."

He looked at her. "Nothing?"

"Not even a single kiss." she revealed.

Suddenly, he had a perfect plan. One that would benefit the both of them. Oh, this would be perfect. "You know, I might be able to fix that for you."

She looked at him. "You would?"

"Of course!" he told her. "In fact..." his reflection put his arm around her shoulder. "Let me out, and I'll have you begging for more..." he purred.

Peach blushed a deep red. Did he just say what she thought he said? "You would do that?"

"Yes, I would love to, especially since I've haven't been able to, and I've started to become... quite interest in you, dear." he revealed. She didn't know what to say about that. "And I'll even help you get back at Bowser..." he added.

Now his offer seemed even more convincing. This night had been awful. She was thrown around, cheated, and humiliated. But the thing is... maybe letting him out wasn't such a bad idea after all. What could possibly go wrong after this hellish night?

"Alright." she admitted. "You win. I'll let you out. How do I do it?"

He reached out his hand, masking his excitement with confidence. It was finally time. "Just take my hand and pull me out of the mirror..."

Walking towards the mirror, she took his hand and began to pull. Both the mirror and the necklace began to glow as he slowly emerged from the mirror. It took all the strength she had to keep pulling. The process took a whole minute, but she got him out.

The necklace around her neck fell off and shattered into pieces.

He was free.