Prince Charming didn’t take his eyes off the beautiful woman swaying in front of him. Her golden locks bounced lightly into the perfect frame for her face and her crystal eyes were the perfect mirror for his. The song that filled the room began to fade and the clamoring of the hundreds of people present at the ball took its place. The mystery woman brushed her fuchsia lips across Prince Charming’s cheek and he watched her hurriedly glide across the room, through the crowd and out the door in her opal dress. Each move she made was elegant and graceful, though anxious and rushed.