As he dances with you, Prince Ajax is utterly entranced. Not only are you as beautiful as a garden, you’re unique, as well. See, your shoes are made of glass. Despite not knowing your name, he’s head over heels.

In fact, he knows little of your identity. The ball is to be attended by anyone, even commoners, you could be of any class… Just who is this beautiful stranger? The prince wonders.

“May I have your name?” Ajax finally inquiries, but just as he does, the clock catches your eye. A quarter before midnight?! You have to go!