A ball. That’s where I meet Prince Charming for the second time. In public, I mean. As my eyes land on him, I notice his, probably natural, brooding look. Prince Charming doesn’t like to be seen. He doesn’t like making his presence known. Perhaps that’s one of the things that attracts me to him. His mysterious nature. Who am I kidding? Everything about him drives me wild.
He’s standing, a glass of liquor in his hand. He jokes at me, like he doesn’t know what his voice alone does to me. I laugh, but nothing else will happen. Nothing else can happen with Prince Charming. He doesn’t know how I feel about him. He never will. Only in my dreams will I ever have Prince Charming to myself. I die a little inside when he suggests I court another, but there’s nothing I can but make excuses.
For a moment, I consider telling him, and I almost do...tell him how I feel. “I like another.” I confess, but he doesn’t ask who. He doesn’t care, perhaps. Because after that short encounter, I do not hear from him again for the rest of the night. What if there’s a part of him that knows. A part of him that’s letting me believe my secret is still only mine, but he really knows.
