Matt
The Mystery Girl was running, running out of the ballroom. I had to stop her.
Wading through the sea of people, I kept my eyes glued on the twilight blue dress. I saw her slip out through a side door, and I chased after her. But there were a lot of people in the way, and I couldn’t get through. I wasn’t able to slip out of the door after her for too long, and by the time I emerged, she was gone.
The smell of a cigarette caught my attention. I whipped around to see a girl standing by the door, leaning against the wall. She had a smirk on her face.
“Looks like Cinderella’s carriage turned back into pumpkins and her horses turned into mice,” she cooed, staring at me through her thin eyebrows. “Maybe you should go and see if she lost her glass slipper somewhere.”
Frowning, I made a f
