Jace holds out a hand. “Would you like to dance?” Why, yes, yes I would. I am here, dressed like Cinderella, at an actual ball, and a very stunning Prince Charming is asking me to dance. You better believe I’m going to dance. But I am not leaving a shoe behind. I don’t care how big of a hurry Cinderella was in— if she’d had shoes as fabulous as mine and one fell off while she was running, she would’ve gone back for it no matter what.
