I, of course, took to him quite quickly, mostly because Mommy and Daddy were trying to force me into a kiss with him.
He enjoyed holding the kisses for a good while, so there were times when I had to break the connection.
The kisses only came after me using my particular skills of crawling all over the floor, chasing after other boys and making him jealous. I did, eventually, wish to be held by him instead of Daddy.
When the dancing began, I knew not what to make of the flashing lights. I will be quite honest when I say that they frightened me somewhat.
After a few moments of staring, I joined the dance floor.
The dancing fiend on which I was crushing joined me as well, although I could never match his talent.
Finally, it was time for me to go. If there is nothing else that I have learned from stories of other princesses, it is best to leave a ball as unceremoniously as possible.
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