The Last Cinderella
I took my drink from his grasp and let out a smile.
"Thank you," I watched the corners of his lips curve up and formed a beautiful smile across his face, a genuine smile. If only I have the power to stop the time, I would, and stare at Milo forever. I could spend the rest of my days looking at him smiling, he looks like a beautiful picture- is he really human? Perhaps an angel?
As Milo spins himself around, I was back into my senses. Oh gosh, did Milo find out that I was staring at him, daydreaming? That's so embarrassing!