The Ball

The Beginning:

“Romey?” Lucas yelled across the quad. Lucas attended the corresponding boys school to my girls school and was one of my best friends. It was freezing outside, a classic England gloomy day. He ran over to me with two cups in his hand.

“One double espresso cappuccino with almond milk and two sugars.” He said and handed me the cup.

“Ah! Thank you! You’re the best!” I grabbed the cup in my frozen hands.

“So… Do you have a date to the Snowflake Ball yet?” He looks down into his hot chocolate.

“No, why?” I asked completely oblivious. “Who’s your date?” I took a sip of my cappuccino.

“Don’t have one.” He looked up at me and then back down at his drink. “Well, if you don’t have a date… do you want to go with me?”

Well, this is a shock. Here’s some context: Lucas and I have been friends since, forever. His mum is close to mine and I have had a crush on him since we first met, but I never EVER expected this. “Really?!” I said.

“Don’t sound so surprised! I don’t have a date!”

“Oh! So I’m your back up option now! Rude!”

“Nooooo. Romey, I want to go with you.”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Really! I do!” He said and tosses his empty cup in the bin.

“Fine. I’ll go, but one condition. I get to pick out your tie.” I said with a smile.

“Well, duh. It’s not like I have any sense of style or anything.”

The bell rings and we begin heading back.

“Ciao!” Lucas waves and runs back to his side of the quad.

The Ball:

Today was the day. I had been preparing ever since Lucas asked me to be his date at the ball. My dress was beautiful, my mom had picked it out. It was sparkly but not ew, girly over glittered. I had picked out Lucas’s fancy satin grey tie to match my dress. Everything was all ready. The dress. The tie. The perfect guy.

The Snowflake Ball is the most prestigious party to be invited to. They only pick 10 people from my school to go out of the 100 that are invited, it’s an honor to be invited.

Lucas pulls through the gate of The Lavender House in a black limousine (uh, oh. I hope this ride is better than the last). I watch from the window as he walks up the walkway to the front door.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to the car. “I think I’m living in a dream.” Lucas looks over at me and everything is perfect.

The Ball was exquisite. Crystal glasses of champagne and sparkling cider. White gloves and dances with spins.

The night ended and everyone departed from The Ball. Ah, it even sounds magical.

Xx,

Cinderella