Even though nobody is lire this I still feel like continuing it.

Adella's POV
I ran down the steps. "I'm gonna be late!" I exclaimed. The ball had already started and I was fully in my dress, tiara and glass shoes.
I bumped into Sir Peter on the way down. "Sorry, sir" I mumbled.
"Quite alright... where are toi going?" he asked.
I glanced up at his face "The ball... I'm uh late"
He smiled warmly "I thought a princess is never late everyone else is early".
"Thats not the case today" I answered trying to fix my hair,it had toppled down out of its bun.
"Sir, do I look presentable?" I asked him.
Sir Peter nodded "Yes, I think toi should wear your hair down all the time".

I blushed "That wouldnt be the most proper thing".
"No,it probably would not be" he answered then a dit "Do toi need an escort?".
"I would be very thankful if toi would escort me" I answered trying not to sound to eager.

***
The ball went extraordinary. I had to dance with every man there but it still was fun.

Sir Peter and I had danced once. I had a weird feeling when he put his arm on my waist and held me close. I could hear him breathing and his eyes were on me.
The obnoxius prince was there though I only danced one dance with him.

My mind wont stop straying from Peter.His eyes, his hands everything about him seems... perfect.
I can not wait till tomorrows lessons.

Am I falling in... love?