Romance fiction with Clichés
This is the moment that every girl
dreams of. Finding her true love.
As she walked up to the top of the
stairs and overlooked the crowd of dancing masks, her eyes caught on another
pair that were as black as coal. Tall, dark and handsome was one way to
describe him, she thought. He looked at her, gazed almost, like he knew her.
Before she could take a step down
the stairs he disappeared into the deep, dark, depths of the crowd.
With her fitted mask on her face
and Cinderella-esque dress, she descended the staircase and joined the in-sync
dancers. She searched through the crowd to find her 'mystery man', but he was
nowhere to be seen; she decided to let fate come out to play.
Heels danced, jumped and twirled.
Voices, both tuneful and not, sang along with the band. She was having the time
of her life; little did she know, destiny would intervene and transform her
life completely.
As the night grew older, the band
became more upbeat and the masks became sloppier. Alcohol filled, yet still
with some sense of awareness, Caroline swayed through the dance floor.
She remembered the nights when she
was younger, when her mum told her fairy stories. She read everything with
princesses in: Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel-she loved them all. The thought
of her Prince Charming coming to save her, still inspired her to this day. 20
years of age and she hadn't yet found the one, she thought of this as she
bumped into someone causing her to fall to the floor.
"I'm so sorry." A deep voice
spoke. She looked up and it was her mystery man.
"No, I'm sorry, I, er, wasn't
looking where I was going." She quickly took the blame.
"Yes well however true that
may be, you are the one on the floor so I'm obliged to take the blame." He
smirked holding his hand out for me to take.
I stood up and knew that this would
be a long night.