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@ 2013-09-01 13:28:00

Blog of Cynthia Bonaparte

SEPT. 01, 2013. The party of all parties…

Last night was the annual ball held by the lovely rich people of the Newport area in an attempt to fund the school system I work at. And I must say, it was a lovely event and I never appreciated it more than when I was not working it. Namely this year for the most part. Of course, the night started out a little embarrassing. As everyone here who reads my weekly updates on life and other confusing things like runway fashions and bad music knows, I do not have a lot of money, all things considered. I do well for a girl on my own, of course, but I can’t go out and buy that $500 dress and $200 dollars of shoes. Not if I want to eat for the next five weeks. So my dress was simple. It was cheap in comparison to a number of other gowns that night. And my sisters made a point of making sure everyone there when I arrived knew it, too. It was at the top of their lungs and overdramatic as ever. Needless to say, I hid in a dark corner, thankful my mask covered my face. That’s when he arrives.

Warning, this blog is about to get sappy.

Now, we all know I hate the idea of fairytales and happily ever after. I’m a bit cynical, what can I say, but this gentleman came over. He was wearing a fox mask that covered his face, so I only know he had fantastic brown hair and the most stunning eyes I have ever seen. Know the pictures of far-off galaxies that are taken from telescopes? That’s what they looked like. He started talking to me in a misery loves company manner. That’s how it started anyway. He was funny, sarcastic, and quick-witted. He was everything I hoped a guy could be when I met them. He was a prince charming to me. It took him a while, but I finally agreed to dance with him. I’ve never been to a ball before- not even prom! So I was nervous and I am sure he knew it, but the man was amazing. He made me feel so comfortable and happy. My heels even broke, but I didn’t care. I kind of tossed them to the side and went right back to him before some other woman could steal him away. Still not sure why so many people were watching him like a hawk. I lost track of time until I heard the bell start chiming to announce midnight was arriving. I was about to tell him my name and tell him how to find me when one of the college girls I was taking home started dry heaving next to me. It ruined the moment, but I was there to watch them and make sure that they all got home safely. So I had to rush away and now all I can think of was how much I wish I knew who he was.

Secret santa, if this is the last gift you ever give me, bring me my Foxy Prince Charming?

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