You searched through your closet; you didn't think anyone was going to ask you to the ball. But you had bought a formal dress just in case. You laid it on your bed and started listening to music and tried to remember all the dances you had learned, and even went onto your computer and looked some up on the internet, just to be sure you knew how they went. After all, you didn't want to be stepping on anyone's foot.
When it was an hour before sunset, you opened the door with your dress on, and you were startled by the limousine that pulled up at your house. Your breath was caught, as the chauffer went and opened the door for you, "Madame." He said with a nod. You blushed as you carefully sat in the luxurious car, and listened to beautiful music as you drank your favorite flavor of sparkling cider.
The limo let you out and you climbed the stairs with an escort, and he led you to the double doors of the World Meeting Mansion. When the doors opened you couldn't see anyone in the middle of the dance floor, yet. "Announcing Miss _!" The crowd cheered and clapped for their friend. You smiled and waved blushing like never before.
You went out onto the dance floor and everyone started dancing and after a few moments you began to think you got blown off when suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. You spun around and were kissed deeply, when you broke apart, you saw your secret admirer. "I-Iceland!" You exclaimed, blushing a deep red. You had been crushing on him for ages and now he was here as YOUR secret admirer!
Iceland handed you a Mountain's Avens, his national flower, and held your hand while gazing into your eyes, "I was as my name suggests, but because I met you, I turned green."
You laughed, "I love geographical references in pickup lines, you're just way to cute."
Iceland smiled and tied a thick lock of your hair with a magenta-red ribbon. "It's the one I used to have on my bird, I can always get him another. But I wanted something to give to you that meant how much you meant to me."
"Oh...Iceland." You breathed close to tears as you hugged him, he leaned his head down and kissed you, "I will only permit tears of happiness to drain down your face; anything else is unacceptable. I don't think I could handle seeing you sad. So, in order to ensure that, you will be my girlfriend, won't you?"
"Of course Iceland, I wouldn't have it any other way."
He grinned, "Then let's dance shall we?"
You nodded and let him lead the way as he waltzed you around the room dazzling everyone on the perfection of your moves. You didn't have to know you where to go, because in his eyes, you knew the dance by heart. It was the dance of love.