In my eyes, this girl dazzled. Like the shining star of the evening, seeing her alone in the middle of the ballroom made me act on my thoughts as I asked her to dance. Glittery lipstick, and smoky eyeshadow? She clearly knew what she was doing. This girl, isn't from here. That I know. She is no daughter of a richman.

I wanted to take her away and show her where she truly belonged, and that was a life with me. As I took that soft hand of hers, I knew exactly what kind of ring I wanted to give her.. The very best.

Our dance was interesting, she had no clue how to dance but when it came to her I didn't mind teaching her a thing or two. We were about to do this dance properly until Damonte Fraise, the son of the wealthiest family in town showed up out of the blue.

"Sorry to interupt, but she's not your date tonight." Damon pushed me away from her hands.

I glared at him, and huffed.. "What makes you think she's yours Damon?" I replied angrily. Desperately I wanted to rip those pathetic arms off his rich ass, I glared at him with a murderous intent.