If nothing else, time locked away made the woman very observant. She could read people decently, even if she did not know who they were. This man seemed far more interested in eating than in the women on the dance floor. Cinderella figured that the same would go for her, even when he was talking with her. That smile made her doubts worth it though, he was breathtaking. Just because he was out of reach did not mean she could not at least enjoy this moment. "Oh, I'm not so sure. There are plenty of other women here who could easily be for enjoyable to speak it," she told him. She was far from accomplished- she was never given the chance after her father passed away. If nothing else, she was a joke compared to her sisters. They were raised and ready for this kind of life. She was not.
His comment caught her off guard and Cinderella's jaw dropped into a horrified but entertained smile. She honestly had no response to such a comment and she could only give out a short laugh. "I've never heard such a comment," she told him. "Still, fashion is nothing more than what crowds want. If people desire the thin waist, women are taught to do nothing more than comply. I'd much rather breathe." She was sure that was a good part of why she was ignored. She did not have the look most men were after. The woman was convinced the prince would want the same from his ideal lady- someone at the height of fashions. Her musing made her miss the way her company noticed someone across the dance floor, and the offer of a dance was completely unexpected-as her expression showed. Radiant? Not once since her father passed away had Cinderella heard a compliment. It made her blush a little, but she was not going to turn down the chance. After all, that was why she had decided to go, right? To enjoy company. Nervously, the woman accepted his hand with a shy smile and nodded, at a loss for words.