A ball. Thatās 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 doesnāt like to be seen. He doesnāt like making his presence known. Perhaps thatās one of the things that attracts me to him. His mysterious nature. Who am I kidding? Everything about him drives me wild.Ā
Heās standing, a glass of liquor in his hand. He jokes at me, like he doesnāt know what his voice alone does to me. I laugh, but nothing else will happen. Nothing else can happen with Prince Charming. He doesnāt know how I feel about him. He never will. Only in my dreams will I ever have Prince Charming to myself.Ā I die a little inside when he suggests I court another, but thereās nothing I can but make excuses.Ā
For a moment, I consider telling him, and I almost do...tell him how I feel.Ā āI like another.ā I confess, but he doesnāt ask who. He doesnāt care, perhaps. Because after that short encounter, I do not hear from him again for the rest of the night. What if thereās a part of him that knows. A part of him thatās letting me believe my secret is still only mine, but he really knows.Ā
