The grand ballroom sparkled with elegance, but you didn’t belong here. Dressed in a borrowed gown and hidden behind a mask, you planned to enjoy the night quietly and leave before midnight.

Then you saw him—Bang Chan. He was captivating, a charming figure surrounded by admirers. But somehow, his eyes found you.

Before you could slip away, he approached, his hand gently catching your wrist. “Leaving already?” His warm smile made your heart race. “Dance with me?”

You nodded, letting him guide you onto the floor. Under the chandeliers, time seemed to stop as he held you close. But the clock’s chime shattered the moment.

Midnight.

“I have to go,” you stammered, pulling away.

“Wait!” he called, but you fled, leaving behind only a glass slipper on the staircase.

Picking it up, Chan smiled softly. “I’ll find you.”

Bang Chan arrived at your house, the glass slipper in hand. Your stepmother greeted him with a false smile, ushering your stepsisters forward.

“My daughters are perfect matches for you,” she said sweetly.

The first sister forced her foot into the slipper, wincing. The second couldn’t even get it past her toes. Chan frowned. “Is there anyone else in the house?”

“No,” your stepmother said quickly.

But then he saw you, peeking from the kitchen doorway. “You,” he called, his eyes softening. “Come here.”

Your stepmother protested, but Chan ignored her. Kneeling, he offered you the slipper. Your hands shook as you slipped it on—it fit perfectly.

“It’s you...” he said with a smile, standing to take your hand. "why did you leave me last night?"