Midnight

Phoebe walked back to the castle; Ella seemed to be rushing out of it. Phoebe watched from afar as Ella lost a glass slipper, a man had not noticed it and yelled at her to come back. Guards started to rush out of the palace, chasing the carriage Ella had jumped into. Phoebe strolled into the ballroom after the guards left, she did not want to be caught in that mess.

"Mademoiselle!" She heard a man say, Phoebe turned around to a tall man with a strange beard. "I thought you fled the night Mademoiselle, well, back into the ballroom we must go." The man leads Phoebe to the ballroom, the man Ella danced with was waiting for her. The princely fellow grabbed her hands, "Please, let us continue our dance." Phoebe was stunned, did the man think that she was Ella?

Phoebe reluctantly nodded, they both started to dance. It was a short waltz before the two started to walk in the garden, the person took her to a secluded area, in it was a solitary swing. "Ah, how rude of me. I never introduced myself, I am Henri." (French spelling for Henry) Henri looked at Phoebe, waiting for her to introduce herself, "Why don't we swing?" Phoebe asked feebly.

Henri looked skeptical but agreed, Phoebe sat down on the swing as he started to push her. A shoe flew off her own foot, but neither seemed to have noticed. The moon illuminated the scene as the stars twinkled above them, it almost seemed romantic. The two continued to talk, telling each other what interested them and stories of what had happened that day, "You seem to resemble the Prince." Phoebe noted as she observed blood-red roses.

Henri responded, "That should be so, since I am him, and he is I." Phoebe looked up at him in wonder, "Is that so?" Phoebe looked towards the bell tower, it was 2:37. "Ah, it seems I must flee from this dance. So long, Prince Henri." Phoebe curtsied and ran off; she had reached the staircase Ella had lost her shoe in. The way Phoebe ran, it seemed she herself had lost the shoe, not the girl before her.

The man that lead her to the ball started to yell at Phoebe to return to the ball, Phoebe ignored him and ran to the inside of her carriage as the palace guards gave chase. The driver was able to lose them on the way back to the chateau, her parents were waiting for her with open arms. "Our dearest! How was the ball?" M. Moore hugged her, "It was fantastic Papa, yet I've never been so tired." Phoebe yawned and her parents led her to her room.

What a wonderful evening.