You searched through your closet; you didn't think anyone was going to ask you to the ball. But you had bought a formal dress just in case. You laid it on your bed and started listening to music and tried to remember all the dances you had learned, and even went onto your computer and looked some up on the internet, just to be sure you knew how they went. After all, you didn't want to be stepping on anyone's foot.
When it was an hour before sunset, you opened the door with your dress on, and you were startled by the limousine that pulled up at your house. Your breath was caught, as the chauffer went and opened the door for you, "Madame." He said with a nod. You blushed as you carefully sat in the luxurious car, and listened to beautiful music as you drank your favorite flavor of sparkling cider.
The limo let you out and you climbed the stairs with an escort, and he led you to the double doors of the World Meeting Mansion. When the doors opened you couldn't see anyone in the middle of the dance floor, yet. "Announcing Miss _!" The crowd cheered and clapped for their friend. You smiled and waved blushing like never before.
You went out onto the dance floor and everyone started dancing and after a few moments you began to think you got blown off when suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. You spun around and were kissed deeply, when you broke apart, you saw your secret admirer. "D-Denmark!" You exclaimed, blushing a deep red. You had been crushing on him for ages and now he was here as YOUR secret admirer!
He chuckled, seeming slightly drunk, but just sober enough to have a straight head on his shoulders, "Sorry but you owe me a drink."
"What? Why?"
"Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine."
You laughed, "Well then I shouldn't buy you anymore, in case you keep dropping them."
He laughed at my teasing joke, he placed a crown of daisies upon your head, "There, now you look absolutely perfect."
You stroked his cheek and blushed, "Good, now I can match you."
"Heh, so you think, but you've got me beat a million fold."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Which is why I ask, would you be my girl?"
"I thought you'd never ask." You smiled.