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"Happy new year, Eric."

May I Have This Dance? || Endy

Deft fingers tugged on her hair, pulling it into a bun on her head with loose tendrils framing her face. She had decided to play with the ballerina idea given to her in the color of her dress, so a bun was required, and flats, for that matter. Her eyes flashed to the mirror, she didn't bother with makeup. It wasn't her thing at all, never would be. The most she ever wore was a gloss and mascara, but that was it. Sliding both those on, Wendy got up from her seat, fixing her skirt as it sat on the middle of her thighs. On her dresser sat a pair of earrings her mom had given her while she visited home, crystal tear drops that dangled from silver. They were perfect. Wendy slid them in her piercings and closed them before sliding a matching bracelet on her wrist and putting on her silver flats with the clear rhinestone design. She felt like a princess as her heartbeat quickly and she grabbed her shawl and stepped out of her room with her clutch, locking the door. Her footsteps were soft as she headed down to the lobby after showing Belle her outfit as Mickey slept. Wendy took a deep breath when she saw him from afar, her heart only beat quicker then as she stepped out for him to see. "Eric?"