Snow told herself it wouldn't hurt to talk to him. She giggled at the bite, she knew it was him. Her heart beat faster, the tiny hairs on her arm stood up at attention.
"Don't you look dapper?" Lashes covering beautiful black orbs. "I was hoping you'd show up. I wanted you to see this town at it's best," without realizing it, she put a hand to his chest letting it rest there.
"Are you hungry?" She meant for food, "The pig is succulent while the prime rib is incredibly delicious. Elena and her friends certainly did it up right." Her eyes were focused in on his. If he knew anything about women, he would know she was falling for his charms, but this was still Snow White. He was the only person in this world who knew her story, which gave him quite the advantage.
She would play along until the moment, then she would turn him down. Or would she? She forgot one thing, not to tempt the devil.