the red dress

This was her night. All of her toil, pain and sorrow had been leading up to these few moments. The anticipation surged throughout her soul. She looked down into the deep glorious eyes of the man she waltzed with. His touch, his smile, his demeanor all spoke of what her life could be; should be. She soaked in every detail: her scarlet dress, the crystalline chandeliers, the lilting melodies from the orchestra. Yet, she was plagued with the agonizing thought of midnight. What was to happen when that dreadful hour came to pass? Such a terrible thought. She must forget that for now and bask in the overwhelming rapture she felt with her Prince. She must treasure this forever.