IMPORTANT: Okay guys. I've just realised how absolutely sucky my grammar is, can someone please be my Beta Reader? I'd be super, super grateful!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of it's characters. Seriously why does this even need to be said? Of course I don't own it! I'd be stinking rich, what would I be doing on here? Okay I probably still would for the craic, but I don't own it okay? I don't.

"Right. Here's the deal, Ang," Witch Princess said, slinging her arm around the girl's shoulders. "What we used on your clothes is a transformation spell. And because of one complete accident that anyone could have made, the Harvest Goddess used her powers to make every transformation spell immediately undo at midnight. So basically, get out before twelve or you're screwed, 'kay?"

"What was the accident?" Angela asked, curiously, turning her head to one side.

"Oh... well some witch - I don't know who, but I'm sure she's actually quite talented, not to mention gorgeous - got... turned into a pink frog..."

The brunette burst into laughter, and tears streamed down her face. "A pink frog! Bahahaha!" She chortled. "Hey, Witch Princess?" She asked, once she was calm once again.

"Yeah?" A furious witch said through gritted teeth.

"...What was it like being a frog?"

X.X.X

'This was never a good idea' Angela thought, as she slowly ascended the marble steps to the castle, her pale hand clutching the banister tightly. The sounds of merry music filled her ears. 'Find Candace. Eat snacks. Dance with some random lad. Apologise for stepping on his feet repeatedly during the dance. Get out' She planned it all out, to comfort herself. She would blend in and just relax for a few hours.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the large, sculpted, white threshold and into the light of the hall. Her eyes widened in amazement as she looked over the room. Down the grand, white staircase, covered by a red carpet, a large hall spread out. Many couples danced and twirled to the music coming from a group of musicians playing on a stage at the back. Waiters stood with platters of every different kind of food arranged neatly. Angela's mouth watered a little.'On second thought... Eat snacks. Eat snacks. Have a drink. Get out.'

Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw a great number of women just standing to the side, their eyes locked on one couple dancing on the centre of the dance floor. A woman with braided black hair in a baby blue dress and mask danced slowly with a man with platinum blonde hair in a black tuxedo and navy blue mask.

And, Angela noticed, all the women's dresses were blue...

'Wasn't there something Luna said about that in the tailors?'

X.X.X

Prince Gill was bored. No, bored out of his mind. All evening he'd spent dancing with complete strangers who just wanted to marry him for his money. It wasn't his definition of a good evening, that was for sure. He glanced at his watch. 'Only eleven? It feels like I've been here forever!'

"It was a pleasure to dance with you," He droned out, after the dance had ended. Despite his obvious lack of enthusiasm, the woman giggled and curtsied in her long, pale, blue dress. That was another thing about the evening, sure blue was his favourite colour, but seeing every woman in the ball wearing one shade or another, was quickly making him sick of it.

Sighing, he left the floor (and a lot of disappointed women) to seek out his father. When he found him, King Hamilton was chatting happily to a waiter about grandchildren. The waiter shifted uncomfortably, careful not to drop the platter of food, when he noticed the Prince

"Hello, Prince Gill!" The waiter, who Gill recognised at Chase, greeted with a wave. He and Chase were close, so no bow was expected any more.

"Oh Gilligan!" The King smiled, whole-heartedly "We were just talking about you,"

'Oh Harvest Goddess!' Gill groaned inwardly, sensing the beginning of a very awkward conversation. "Please, Father. Must I really be married before Winter?" He asked, pleadingly "I mean, I don't have enough time to actually get to know-"

"I'll hear none of your excuses, Gilligan!" Hamilton said, wagging his plump finger in front of his son's face. "As next in line, you need to produce a suitable heir and I want to be a grandpa!" He finished, throwing his arms into the air.

"None of these women want anything but-" He began to protest, but was again interrupted by his father.

"Nonsense! You'll find the right one out there somewhere, I'm sure." He reached up to pat his son's shoulder. "How about that lovely young lady over there?" He pointed to a petite, young woman with thick, curled pink hair in two high pigtails in a stunning golden dress, making coy glances at the Prince. She stood off to the side of them, with an older woman with long purple hair tailing her.

"She's very pretty," He admitted grumpily. "But-"

"What about her?" Chase suggested helpfully. He knew how much the King liked to meddle with other's lovelives, at one point it had even been his own! Thankfully, he and Maya were now an item and he no longer had to worry. "The girl in green on the staircase?"

Gill raised an eyebrow but turned to look anyway. A slender girl, in an intricate green dress slowly descended the grand staircase. She had an awestruck look on her face, as her head turned in all directions, taking in every detail with amazement. She frowned and touched her waist. Her eyes flickered across the room until they spotted where he stood. A large grin grew across her face. 'Oh Goddess! Not another one!' Gill sighed. The woman hurried over to them as the musicians began their next song.

Once she was closer to them, she seemed a bit more hesitant. She slowed her walk and scratched the back of her head. 'Here it comes...' Gill braced himself, glumly.

"Mind if I take a couple of them?" She asked, walking past the Prince straight to Chase. 'W-what?' he thought in shock. She didn't even notice him!

"Sure," The waiter laughed. He lowered the platter slightly for her and she gratefully took one of the spring rolls. "I made them myself,"

She smiled and took a bite. "Rese ouf mumayzin!" She exclaimed, speaking with her mouth full. She swallowed. "Oh sorry," She giggled when she noticed his disgusted look. "But that's really delicious," She grabbed a handful and started eating happily. 'I know exactly what to do with my night!' She grinned.

Behind her, Gill still had a shocked expression. His father noticed this with a chuckle, muffled by his sleeve. He elbowed the blonde and motioned to the girl. "Ask her to dance!" When his son chose to ignore his, he repeated "Now, son,"

Sighing, Gill tapped on the young woman's shoulder. "Would you like to dance?" He asked, for once not sure what the answer would be.

"No, thanks. I actually don't know how to dance," Was the cheerful reply. Angela felt so much happier with a stomach full of delicious cuisine.

Gill furrowed his blonde eyebrows in thought for a moment, then smiled a genuine smile "You don't know who I am, do you?" This was actually pretty funny to see her so clueless.

"...Er, am I supposed to?" Chase muffled a laugh with his hand. How could she really be

"If you don't, then I guess not," He smiled, enjoying himself. "Are you sure you don't want a dance?" He asked with an outstretched hand.

"But, I don't know how!" Angela protested.

"It's actually quite simple. I can show you,"

"Sure, just don't get mad if I step on you... a lot,"

X.X.X

Luna was outraged, furious, ready to rip someone's head off. The Prince had been looking at her and talking. She was sure he was just about to approach her, when that stupid, brown-haired, vomit green-wearing bimbo had stole him!

The pinkette watched them closely with scrutinising eyes. That woman must be acting. What a faker. Laughing and smiling and joking, who did she think she was fooling?

"Now take three steps to the right," Gill said patiently, guiding the woman.

"My right or yours?" She asked, shifting her hand on his arm.

"Yours," He confirmed, then chuckled "that's your left,"

"What?" She said snatching her hands away from his shoulder and arm and made 'L's in them. A second of serious contemplation later. "Oh yeah... whoops!" She laughed.

"Okay, now two steps back and two forward. Think you can handle that?" The blonde teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him, childishly. "No promises,"

X.X.X

A frown appeared on the Prince's face as he heard the song come to an end. This was the first time tonight he actually enjoyed himself.

"Well, for my first time, I didn't do so bad, did I?" His brunette dancing partner asked with a grin and let go of her partner.

"My swelling foot begs to differ," The blonde smirked and crossed his arms, attempting to wind the woman up. "Maybe you should avoid high heels while dancing,"

"But then I'd have to be constantly looking up at you!" She complained, lifting up the hem of her dress to show how high her heels were. "And I'd like to see you even stay upright in these! I don't know how some ladies do it,"

"In this next dance, if you step on my foot once, you have to keep your shoes off for the rest of the night," He extended a hand, his smug look in place. The rancher grabbed his hand and shook it tightly.

"You've got yourself a deal," She smirked, determinedly, and he placed his hands back on her shoulder and waist. "Just don't even think about twirling me!"

X.X.X

"This isn't so bad," The brunette decided, wiggling her now free toes experimentally, clutching her shoes in her hand. She looked up at the blonde and grinned. "It's rather refreshing, actually," She joked.

She frowned after a moment. "What time is it?"

"Five minutes til Midnight. Why?"

The brunette let out a scream of surprise. "I'm so sorry. I've got to go!" She exclaimed, trying to run to the staircase. A confused Prince, grabbed her wrist and demanded she explain what was going on. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was nice dancing with you," She waved.

Gill stared in shock as the girl sprinted out of sight.

X.X.X

"Hey, Ang! Have fun?" The grey-haired witch asked with a sly grin as she leaned against her broomstick in the shadows outside the castle.

The brunette nodded and smiled. She and the Witch Princess sat on the sturdy cleaning equipment and zoomed through the night air. Half-way through their journey, Angela's clothes reverted to their former state in a flash of turquoise light.

"...Yep, nothing quite like spending the evening in the arms of a Prince..." The Witch cackled, as Angela hopped off the broomstick.

"WHAT?"

A/N: Agh, this chapter was really hard to write. :( Please review, because I really need opinions on this chapter.

All flame will be used to boil myself a pot of tea.