Within minutes of pulling my curls into a coherent mass, I heard the hotel door close. With each heartbeat a footstep closed the distance between us. When I opened the bathroom door my Prince Charming stood at the bedroom doorway leaning against its frame.
This time when he saw me his eyes didn’t dance and swirl with desire. I told my heart that was a good thing. Only a soft, sweet smile altered his mouth that soon led a revolution all the way up to his eyes where a vibrant twinkle crept into his eyes.
“You look ‘magnifique’.” He shook his head gently as he breathed in deep. “May I escort you to a party tonight?”
“Yes. I would like that. Sorry if this wasn’t what you were hoping for.” I indicated my ‘less than party’ outfit.
He held out his hand to me. “I have to admit the emotions I feel now are nothing like the ones I had earlier.”
“Oh.” I tried to hide the disappointment from my voice as I stared at his offered hand with trepidation. I told my heart to be prepared for this.
