A/N: Review Responses:

Alapest: Thank you! When I was describing the hot chocolate in that scene with Lavi and Allen in the Library, I was thinking of a hot beverage called Mexican Hot Chocolate. I have only tried it a few times, but I found the flavor to be quite enjoyable!

Dark'Serenade'Princess: Thank you very much for your review! The first section of the prologue was supposed to the a part of the first chapter for another fanfiction that I had written several months prior. I never really got much further than that actually *sweat* but, I think that segment fits this fanfiction much better. I wish you luck with your fanfiction as well!

StrawberryLulzJamm: Thank you! Unfortunately, there were some technical difficulties, so the team didn't do very well, but the experience was priceless nevertheless :)

Katt (Guest): Thank you, and yes, I will be posting more chapters

Disclaimer: Hoshino-san is the one who owns D. Gray-Man, not me.

Chapter Seven: Lenalee
"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."
~Harriet Tubman

Previously in Cinderlena:

Allen, turned to follow the man's gaze and his eyes widened for a second in surprise, before he smiled warmly and held out his gloved hand.
"Miss Lenalee, I'm so glad you came."

I took Allen's hand and reciprocated his smile, just glad to be with him. The other gentleman seemed to study the two of us before quickly coughing to alert Allen of his presence. Allen then turned to introduce me.

"Miss Lenalee, this is Lavi," He gestured toward the red haired youth before continuing. "And Lavi, this is Lenalee." Gesturing toward me.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lenalee." He inclined his head.

"And the same to you." I copied Lavi's actions, though I wondered why he was so formal with me. I could read his body language, which practically screamed that he knew who I was, that I was a servant, more specifically, a servant of the Levirrers. Though everyone knew what a servant was, only royalty or nobles could distinguish which servant belonged to a specific family without being told.

"Would you like to dance?" Allen snagged back my attention successfully, and waited for my answer.

I nodded in response, but a small voice nagged me at the back of my mind to watch for the Levirrers. I bluntly ignored the voice as I was led into the middle of the dance floor, flowing into what I recognized as the Viennese Waltz.

The night had passed by in a blur of colors, and music, that intermingled with the warm golden glow of pure joy. I could remember times where I had caught a glimpse of Bak talking to a man that looked like my brother, or Levirrer talking to a taller red-haired man on the side, who happed to be dressed in dark, luxurious material with gold lining. I could remember how the dance floor had cleared for Allen and I, so that we had more room to dance. I could remember Lavi standing in the shadows, simply watching the ball occur like he was observing an experiment, and noticed a small ebony colored hammer strapped to his upper thigh by an equally small black holster. My most vivid memory though was when Allen had led me outside of the ballroom, and into the courtyard.

Outside, there was a peaceful silence, only disturbed by the soft rustle of leaves whenever a warm breeze gently blew through, and the soft trickle of a majestic water fountain. The subtle scents of lavender and eucalyptus were faint, but filled me with an almost overwealming sense of nostalgia. Even though I had only a few memories before the Akuma attack, I could remember the same scent flowing through the grand halls of my first home.

I caught a passing glance at a tall clock tower that proudly stood a few miles away, noticing that it was nearly midnight. I had to leave, but I could not bear the thought of leaving Allen. Against my better judgement, I decided to stay.

I was led to the fountain, and it was there that Allen had turned to face me.

"Miss Lenalee, I have not been completely truthful with you." I blinked, stunned by his words. What was he hiding? From his body language, I was sure that he was truthful before, but when he told me, he was fidgeting with his gloves in a discrete manner.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I tilted my head in question.

"There is something I need to tell you. I-"

He was interrupted by the clock tower striking midnight. I ran out of time.

"I'm sorry Allen, but I have to go." I bobbed my head in apology before rushing out of the courtyard.

"Wait!" He called out, rushing after me.

I dashed out of the ballroom, and down the marble staircase, jumping into the waiting carriage as my feet touched the ground.

As the carriage dashed into darkness I could hear a forlorn cry echo in the night.

"Miss Lenalee!"

~~X~~

Right as the carriage turned onto the street that the Levirrer household was on, the clock tower chimed for the twelfth time, and I could hear a faint pop as I was dumped onto the cold, cobblestone road. The carriage and horses had changed back to the original large pumpkin and six mice, the mice hiding in the street, while the pumpkin smashed from the impact. I didn't have to look at my clothes to know that I was dressed once again in my servant uniform.

I smiled to myself, remembering the events that occurred earlier, before I quickly activated my innocence to get to bed before the Levirrers arrived.

~~X~~

I quickly awoke the next morning to a strange feeling of bliss. For a second, I was confused, but then I recalled the previous night's events.

For a brief second, I allowed myself to smile, hiding my face behind the sheets of my bed as I wondered if the events of last night were merely a dream.

I then sighed as I pulled off the covers, and steadily went into the usual morning routine as if nothing had happened- I concluded that it must have been a dream. Mr. Levirrer would have never let me go to the ball, and if I was sane, I wouldn't try to sneak there either, but then again- was seeing your deceased mother standing in front of you as if she was still quite alive something that people considered sane?

If there was anything that could cause any mental health issues, it would be Mr. Levirrer.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing this story so far! I would also like to apologize for not updating this fanfiction since November. I had started a new fanfiction (Rosa Crux Academy for the Magically Gifted), and at that time, I was also experiencing some writer's block. I would like to state that this chapter is far from complete, but I thought that you (the reader) might like a little preview of what's to come. Thank you again, and even though this may be a preview, reviews would be highly appreciated!