Cinderella Story

Part 5

Chara sulked through breakfast, grumpy about the mysterious princess that had appeared and then disappeared out of nowhere.

"Nobody knows who she is." Asriel said to Frisk as she washed Chara's gown for that evening. It was a yellow color with green ribbons, made to show off her curves and cleavage.

"Huh." Frisk said, cheeks blushing as she thought of the handsome young monster who had spent all night with her.

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Sans sighed with a big grin through breakfast. His father had to call him several times to get his attention away from the thoughts of the beautiful young woman.

Turns out, she was nineteen, and liked red, and had the most enchanting laughter.

When Sans was finally alone, he found himself in the gardens. He plucked a red rose for the girl, his cheeks flushed blue.

The time past way too slowly, filled with preparations for the grander second ball.

Finally, finally the time came for the ball.

The skeleton waited nervously, looking for his beautiful dancer.

His dancer...It sounded good, sounded right.

Then his sockets landed on her. She was dressed in a purple dress this time, looking like an angel.

He took a breath, and walked up to her.