It was the best night of her life. The pure extravagance was breathtaking. The ceilings stretched so high she thought they touched the stars and the way he danced…
She was sure that this must be a dream and would shortly wake in her dingy old bed. Thus, she pinched herself, bumped her elbow on a wall and stomped on her own foot- but was real. Then, as it had countless times time her life, a clock chimed midnight –spoiling the moment.
“It can’t be that time!” she thought. She raced for the stairs, making for the carriage, dropping a slipper along the way.
Okay, okay I know. Cinderella? But hey my daughter June is three and loves the story.