Chapter Fourteen

      Words could not describe that most magical of nights. For so long, my mind has come up with painted scenes and vivid imagery. Yet, when placed up against that ethereal memory it was akin to putting a plastic bracelet next to a diamond tiara. Inadequate and disappointing.

As it was, convincing Amelia proved just as difficult as I imagined it to be. There were even a few moments when my emotions got the best of me and I burst into a tearful fit. It wasn't until I'd calmed down enough to rationally explain my side of the events (and reassure her that no girls would come near me for the duration of the entire dance) that she finally agreed. With numerous conditions, of course.

So there I was: a real life Cinderella boy. My fairy godmother had produced a black tuxedo with a dark blue tie. Then, the same fairy godmother transformed into the gorgeous prince I would undoubtedly ignore all others for. And when the clock was to strike midnight, I was to be in the carriage and back to my secluded valley home, with none the wiser as to whom Cinderella boy might be.

None but him.

Magical. Fantastic. Thrilling. Wondrous.
Elegant. Incredible.

Each word could describe every aspect of that homecoming night to me. Yet none described its majesty at all.

But some memories are like that: purely indescribable. And maybe that's for the best. For no one should have every part of you. Those memories are the part of me that I could never share.

They're my gleaming treasure locked within the trove of my mind. There they must remain for all time.